Ginger hoisted herself over the cragged ledge of the mountain ripping her shirt. Reaching the mountain summit as daylight faded , she found the aged monk bending over the dinner pot. The monk drifted over to his visitor as if he were floating on a cloud.
“What brings you to my humble mountain abode?”
“I’m looking for inspiration.”
“Turn within for that which you seek.”
“I was hoping to avoid that matter.”
The monk moved in closer, slapped Ginger in the face, then returned to his dinner pot as if she did not exist.
Two Shoes Tuesday #24-inspiration