The monk saw the mountain every morning. It rose above the temple walls, imposing and implacable, a constant reminder of the physical world.
Each time he did, he tore his eyes away and went back to his work.
But the mountain was still there, a weight on his thoughts, a barrier for his piety to route around. He was constantly reminded.
He made a pilgrimage to a far away temple by the sea. But still he found himself searching the horizon.
There was only one place he could escape. He found himself some climbing gear and left a goodbye note.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.