Brokeback Mountain Novels & Stories

They were too absorbed in looking at the monument and remembering that night to notice my paralyzed state. I was also remembering that night. But another moment, before I fell into the fountain. *** [Flashback on] “Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go” I could see Tom stumbling along singing the song of the seven dwarfs from Snow White, laughing like a hyena. I was laughing too, we all were, with all the alcohol in our systems even the air was funny.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

We also extracted fibers from the crops to produce winter-resistant clothing, greatly improving the lives of the pack’s residents. “Jessica, you’re truly the blessing of Galaxy Pack!” the pack leader exclaimed, shaking my hand with a look of gratitude in his eyes. I smiled and shook my head. “This is the team’s accomplishment. Without everyone’s hard work, I couldn’t have achieved anything.” Looking at the residents’ joyful faces, I felt a sense of fulfillment I had never experienced before. I had finally found my purpose in life—a sense of peace and happiness I could call my own. On Christmas Eve, Anna dragged me to a bar to celebrate.

The black sand beach of Vik looked like a scorched wasteland. The polar wind whipped fine grit against my face, stinging my skin. I heard a soft rustling behind me—the sound of leather shoes crunching over pebbles. I thought it was Julian. I was ready to turn around and smile, but then I caught a scent in the air. A faint mix of cheap hard liquor and aged cigars. I froze. That smell used to be my greatest comfort; now, it was a death sentence.