“Everything you wish for is on the other side of the hills.” Our bellies were empty, but Mother stuffed our eyes with ambition. Our eyes brimming with dreams, we stayed awake thinking of what treasures lay outside the sleepy hill station we called home.
I dug through the hills with sweat and blood so you, little brother, could soar. I worked so you could get an education. With books and degrees, you spun your wings. I became the mole so you could be the eagle.
We’ve crossed the hills, but I’m too tired to cross these mountains between us.
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This 100-word story is in response to Donna-Louise Bishop’s Prompt Pot. This week prompt is ‘Hills’.
So many beautiful lines in here Hema!
“Our bellies were empty, but Mother stuffed our eyes with ambition.”
“I became the mole so you could be the eagle.”
This was a truly magnificent piece. Awesome job.
Thanks again for joining in with The Prompt Pot this week.
Thanks, DL! This was fun. Looking forward to next week’s prompt š
Me and you BOTH! š
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