It’s a long haul up there.
Once there was a bridge at the top, spanning the next valley, but the nanny state dismantled it. Said it was attracting ‘jumpers’. They’d no sooner clean up after one loser before another spread himself on the rocks below.
Now people have started hanging themselves from the trees. Damned woods are full of people lurking around, ropes in hand… waiting turn.
Lot better these days though.
Social Services have installed benches, so you can take the load off while you wait.
Hey, move up, pal; how much room can a guy need anyway?
Short on time again today, so a modified submission from six years ago – have I really been around here that long? Good to see our genial hostess is safely back home with Friday Fictioneers after her travels. Welcome back, Rochelle.