George felt the heat of the sun against his skin. The sun was shining brightly and intensely.
It reflected off the white snow, dazzling all. George adjusted the mirrored sunglasses he was wearing as he focused on what was in front of him.
The ski lift had taken him to the highest level possible on the ski run. He loved the adrenaline rush of skiing down the dangerous black runs.
He stood and watched the people flying down the slope ahead of him. He felt completely at home.
He turned to his right and called out, “Are you ready, my friend? Then let’s go.”
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
