Be careful of hikers who travel alone...(a work of fiction)

Gregory climbed the mountain in the morning and he got to the top of it at noon. From the top he could see the entire Atlantic Ocean and it glistened under the sun. The water shimmered and the cliffs below were jagged, dangerous and a bit too prominent. He looked down below and saw tiny trees. The foliage was in full bloom and there were lots of pretty yellows, oranges, and reds. It was a perfect autumn in New England and Gregory thought that God was showing him the world and he wanted to also tell Gregory that he should be happy that he was in it.

Gregory saw a man and a woman kissing on top of the cliff. The woman wore white shorts and a blue top and the man wore black jeans and red shirt. Gregory was alone and no one would notice what he was wearing nor did anyone care about the loser. He climbed to the top alone and he would return to the bottom alone and no one would ever know that he climbed the mountain. He would not tell anyone because there was no one to tell.

He took out his camera and snapped a photograph of the ocean below. He watched an enormous liner go by in the offing and he knew that it did not look so big from his vantage point. It looked very small. Gregory then took a photograph of the man and woman embracing and kissing in front of him. She was beautiful and he was not. His nose was huge.

Something sinister raced across his mind and then Gregory tried to dismiss the thought but it kept surfacing, unbidden. As much as he tried to push it under, he could not. It was there in the very front of his mind. Perhaps if he closed his eyes he could make it go away. But it did not and it loomed larger in his conscience.

Gregory sat down briefly and then he walked towards the couple embracing each other. He whispered something to them and they turned around to wave at him. And that was when Gregory pushed the both of them and they tumbled forward over the cliff. The woman’s face hit a rock and clunked and then her vagina split open on the next boulder. The man fell forward too, smashing in his head, and he lost his penis immediately and then his left eye. Gregory wondered if they would ever reach the ground. It looked like there were miles to go before they reached the bottom.

The water looked beautiful; he pretended like he didn’t hear the screams below. It was a marvelous day and he waited for birds to sail overhead. And minutes later they did and Gregory began to descend the mountain. He was all alone and it was lonely at the top too for him. When Gregory got to the bottom he felt refreshed and vowed to climb the same mountain again the next day. He was no longer shaking and it just seemed normal to him that he did what he did. And he was happy that he did it and wondered if he would ever be sad.

And when he got home, just to make sure he wasn’t, he grilled a hamburger and ate it with lots of cheddar cheese and mustard and catsup. He was not thirsty--therefore he did not get a drink but sucked on an ice cube instead.