Soaring high.

It was only right that we say our goodbyes on the highest peak we ever visited together.

Young and full of life at the time, the climb had been a breeze, we felt invincible: I know its cliché, but hey it was true.

On that trip Barbara was our quiet and courageous leader: she had this weird radar for spotting danger and rescuing us just before things went south. No small feat as we often instigated the mayhem.

Today, we ascend the peak slowly to release her ashes into the wind; a free spirit soaring with courage and grace.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


In loving memory of Barbara W. Beacham the host of Mondays finish the story who has sadly passed away.

In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle.  The picture was provided by  Sandra Crook and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Also written for NaBloPoMo day twenty-five.

30 thoughts on “Soaring high.

      1. Yeah that is so sad she passed on. I read on PJ’s post the other day that she had been taken into hospital. I imagine it will be hard on her family, this time of year especially. Sounds like a lovely woman.

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  1. Hugs on the loss of your bloggy buddy. I’ve suffered that loss a time or two myself. This is a fitting tribute.

    My mind goes on to “finish the story” with the question, “did she fall?” Not that your ending isn’t perfect, just that I do go on.

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