Every Thursday we face a challenge to tell a story in three minutes. We know not all of them will be winners, but it’s a great opportunity to grow as writers and push the envelope of creativity. We hope you’ll be inspired to do something similar.
Let There Be
Light burst forth. Welcome, needed, some would even say necessary. Gerald wasn’t even sure what to say as he stared upon it. The night had been long. Everlasting, nearly. He looked back at his companions. They were far behind, still slowly making their way up the dark side of the mountain. He hadn’t realized just how far ahead he’d pulled. They were slowing, and he could see that some had stopped altogether.
Gerald cupped his hands around his mouth and prepared to yell down at them, to encourage them, to tell them that the light was just ahead, that if they would push on just a little further they would reach it. But no words came. He could feel the light upon his back, warming him. All that did was remind him how cold his front side was, so he turned away from his companions and allowed the light to wash over all of him.
The feeling was amazing. He sat down on the top of the mountain and closed his eyes. This light was his now.
He hoped his companions would make it up.