The Hill

The old many walked up the hill. He was tired. It was a long climb.

Halfway up, he felt that he wasn’t going to be able to make it. Then he saw a younger man coming up the hill. The old man brightened, it looked like the young man would offer help.

The young man walked past with a passing comment about the nice weather. The old man was disappointed. He had hoped for help.

The young man came back just as the old man reached the top of the hill. He offered his hand to help, but it wasn’t needed now. The old man swelled with pride. It was quite an accomplishment.

He wondered how he would have felt if the young man had helped him the first time around. Independence or conversation? He wasn’t sure which he would have preferred.

Every Friday, I am trying to write some fiction. I attempt to write compelling stories. I would love to hear your feedback, thoughts, or how I can make my writing better.