There were Romans, there were Huns, and there was a mountain. Taking out his silver pocket watch, Hirohito found that its hands had stopped moving. “How long have we been marching?” he asked aloud, as the Spartans passed him by. Ever still and ever silent, the mountain just pointed upwards at the moon.
J.H. Martin is from London, England but has no fixed abode. His writing has appeared in a number of places in Asia, Europe and the USA. For more information, please visit: acoatforamonkey.wordpress.com.