Weekly Writing Challenge #149
It started with a gentle rain, as above the valley dark clouds shrouded the high mountain peak. Soon, there would be a downpour, when the narrow path would yield to the torrent of scree and icy water from the cliff.
Then, he might have a last chance to shoot, before nightfall, before this small world sunk into darkness. That was if he could find his prey.
Photo: Dolomiten, ©2013 Honoré Dupuis
Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?
I asked my pupils to wait for me in the little crag as I wanted to explore the path down the cliff. After all I was leading this junior group of the Alpine Club, and it was my responsibility to ensure they were safe. The evening was bright, lit by the full moon, the air was clear and cool. The path led down to a narrow terrace after a near vertical descent of about fifteen meters. I was strapped and knew the ground quite well, so I climbed down.
As I turned round to check how far I was, I saw her: her camera lens was aimed at me, as she was lying on the flat rock, her blond hair held tight by a small beret. And there on that cliff I knew I had been at this spot before, long ago… The girl got up, smiled and, pushing a few blond locks under her beret, said in a lovely Austrian accent: “I took a good shot of you coming down, you can take a copy if you want!” But I was away, there, in the djebel, under another full moon, held in the frame of a sniper’s rifle, back in time. I smiled and said I would be pleased to have the pic: did she want me to take one of her?