Tuesday, April 22, 2008


“Smell that.” Harold took a deep breath, held it for several seconds and exhaled. “There’s nothing quite like filling your lungs with clean mountain air.”

“It depends on the mountain,” said Jasfoup. “I’ve known some mountains that reek. You wouldn’t want to get a lungful of the air from them. I’ve also been up mountains so high that you need breathing apparatus to get up them. Take a lungful of mountain air there and you’ll suffocate from the rarefied atmosphere.”

“All right clever clogs. This mountain then. There’s nothing quite like the air from this mount—Struth! What the hell is that?”

“Sorry.” Devious fanned the air with his hand. “It must be the curry I had last night.”


Zinnia Cyclamen said...

You're such a reliable smile-inducer.

Bummer about your book, though. I hope you hear something soon.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Zinnia.
I'll send them another e-mail next week.