His words. It’s all in the preparation, he told her. By the summit it would be like second nature.
Months of planning. Years of anticipation. All of their holiday allowance. All of their money.
In the early days she’d loved his ambition.
That was then.
It was all in the preparation.
She grins at her travel documents. Not long now. A beach holiday. Compliments of insurance.
Must remember to wipe the memory.
She puts on a pair of rubber gloves before she wraps the bottle. He only took one sun cream. Her own recipe.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com for organising the Friday Fictioneers. A group of writers having fun with photo prompts. Stop by and have a look.