The Hill
SHORT STORYENGLAND11
Esme
7/11/20251 min read
We climbed until the houses looked like toys and the cars became beetles.
At the top, Dad asked, “Was it worth it?”
I wanted to say no because my legs hurt and my shoes were muddy.
Then the clouds opened, and sunlight poured across the fields.
“Yes,” I said, pretending I had never doubted it.