A Story Without Adjectives
Created | Updated Sep 1, 2019
A Story Without Adjectives
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| I saw dollops of snow on the branches of evergreens as I climbed the mountain. My path had been travelled by a host of other hikers in the past. Stones and bits of gravel dotted the way, with roots snaking their way in an attempt to make me trip. I reached a cottage on the summit. This was my destination. The man who came out to greet me had eyes that resembled the sky. His hair shone like silver. I could not see wrinkles on his face, yet he had the wisdom of one who had seen many days and nights in the past. "Did you bring the leaves?" he asked, shaking my hand. Hope was etched in his face. "Yes," I replied. "I was in a hurry when I raked them, so you may find twigs and acorns scattered among them. "My hogs will enjoy the acorns," the man replied. "The leaves will become mulch. They will fertilize the vegetables in my garden." "Do you have the payment I requested?" I asked. "Yes. I cannot understand your reasons for wanting it, but you probably didn't know why I would want your leaves." "Yes, that is true." I thanked him and headed down the mountainside clutching a copy of the latest issue of The H2G2 Post. [Actuially, "latest" might be an adjective, so maybe it has one adjective] |
