#FFFC
The hill climb
through wind and snow
was treacherous
One false move
and the tribe would tumble
headlong down the mountain
Their destination
just over the other side of the
snowy tops
but for a brief moment
sweet relief
as the chieftain picked out his purse
and the Hut Door Opened
“Fifty Five Hot Fruit Tea’s to Go please”
The Inkwell 