Mt Everest...Grace

The buzz of activity whirs at base camp. My snow-pick curves in front of the mountain, sticking out of my survival pack. My frail build lies relaxing in the tent, until the gong for breakfast sounds. Mmmmmm.....breakfast. Crispy bacon, pink with freshness and juiciness; poached eggs with pale outers and creamy orange inners; brown sausages, fresh out of the oven. Delicious! 

The tallest peak glowed in the early dawn light. My aim was to conquer that one summit, because then my goal would be achieved. "Sir Edmund Hillary!" they would shout. "Our hero!"

It was our one last climb. 

Grace