A Story Of A Mountain

A story of a Mountain The mountain on the other side of the bay was born before colours were introduced to make the world a jollier place for humanity, mind it has three hues, black, grey and white, without these shades the mountain would have been unseen, a shimmer of the morning light, to avoid an accident, it would have to be spray painted every four years. The mountain is not a place for a Sunday stroll; they say it is slippery and if a bird overflies, it drops dead; and no plants grow in cracks. But where the mountain meets the sea are crustaceans the size of dolphins, and one lobster can feed a family of five, so in its sterile exterior the mountain has hidden richness and looks glorious at sunset.