At the edge of the mountain

Chapter one: standing.

He stood at the top and looked out. He could see the sky and miles and miles of pine trees. He could hear the birds greet the early morning sun. He was happy. He thought about all the times he had come up here to think or to simply escape the noise. His smile faded when he heard the whirling of a saw. He knew why it was on and what it was cutting. It wasn’t trees. It was whatever was hidden in the mountains near the edge. He felt warm tears fall down his cheeks as he made his final wish. Then he leapt from the edge and soared into the sky.