Slithering down the embankment Chuck felt a quiver of excitement. He’d planned this for so long that it had taken on the aspect of the Holy Grail for him and now that he was finally nearing his goal, he felt a moment’s uncertainty.
Sighing as he looked down the valley he knew it was just the culmination of tiredness and hard work. Crossing this mountain range in winter verged on the insane.
“C’mon Karate, just a few more hours and we’ll be there.”
He muttered to his faithful companion, his golden retriever gave him a quick look before bounding ahead.
© Deb Whittam 2020