I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
Their Friday night in Charleston came to an early close.
They partook in a meager breakfast of yogurt and juice before enduring the glacial walk from the hotel to the rental. As they meandered toward the highway, they reflected on the juxtaposition between the drab city and the beautiful Appalachians.
“Almost heaven,” Darren commented.
“Huh?” Chris was confused.
“West Virginia.”
“More like purgatory.”
“Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.”
Chris eyed him. “The Blue Ridge Mountains aren’t even in West Virginia.”
“Life is old here.”
“Wait.”
“Older than the trees.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
Darren belted, “Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.”
