100 word story – Mountain

Sister Claire followed the narrow path that curved up the sacred mountain.
She rested on her cane and brushed the sweaty gray strands of hair from her face. She rubbed her creaking knees and walked on.
Half way up the mountain, she saw the hut and smiled.
Sheep chewed on grass and stared at her as she entered. An old man lay on a straw bed.
“I have come… Beloved.”
He smiled and grabbed her hand.
She fought tears, “I have brought herbs…”
He shook his head. “Too late. I love you.”
The sheep bleated as he closed his eyes.

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