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ICARUS GROUNDED ©

ICARUS GROUNDED ©

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Published by Dick Croy
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One day in a land not far away, a land you know of though you may not know you know, a man – it could as easily have been a woman, a girl or boy – resolved to climb a particular mountain he had been trying to avoid for some time. As this was a very

tall and prominent mountain, like the Grand Tetons or a volcanic peak which erupts out of the landscape unaccompanied by foothills or any range it is part of, avoidance had become increasingly problematic. There were f
SHORT SHORT STORY By Dick Croy -

One day in a land not far away, a land you know of though you may not know you know, a man – it could as easily have been a woman, a girl or boy – resolved to climb a particular mountain he had been trying to avoid for some time. As this was a very

tall and prominent mountain, like the Grand Tetons or a volcanic peak which erupts out of the landscape unaccompanied by foothills or any range it is part of, avoidance had become increasingly problematic. There were f

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 ©ICARUS GROUNDEDBy Dick CroyOne day in a land not far away, a land you know of thoughyou may not know you know, a man
it could as easily have beena woman, a girl or boy
resolved to climb a particular mountainhe had been trying to avoid for some time. As this was a verytall and prominent mountain, like the Grand Tetons or a volcanicpeak which erupts out of the landscape unaccompanied by foothillsor any range it is part of, avoidance had become increasinglyproblematic. There were few places he could go without seeing itin the distance as part of the landscape, nothing he could workat for very long before his mind returned to the mountain's imageeven when it wasn't actually in sight.Somewhere along the line he had become aware that his
 
predicament was a condition of his time, if not of the wholehuman race, period. Everyone had his and her mountain they wereavoiding or actually climbing. Yes, a few were climbers. Someyou could see; the progress of others you were able to infer.And now again (for he had climbed other such mountains inthe past and would no doubt climb more in the future)...now itwas time to make this particular ascent.He put everything else aside and began laboring up themountain's steep treacherous slopes. Progress was very difficultand after awhile it occurred to him that something was holdinghim back, making the climb even harder than it was naturally.It was his wings. (I know, we're throwing a curve at youhere. But you see, our hero, our protagonist if you prefer,wasn't aware that he had them either. That is, although he knewhe had them, he didn't know that he knew
as in a dream whereyou can suddenly fly or perform some other supposedly miraculousfeat and are amazed by this while immediately taking it forgranted nonetheless. You must have known at some level about thelatent ability, right?)Anyway, the wings were dragging him down, holding him back.He stopped to examine them and discovered that they weredetachable. This, like the wings themselves, he found both oddand logical at the same time; but it sure solved his problem. Hesnapped open their quick-release mechanism and sent them tumbling
 
 into the abyss
chuckling at the sight and thought of fallingwings.Now, his burden considerably lightened, he was able toreturn to the arduous ascent with new energy and enthusiasm. Inno time at all he reached the top.The view was spectacular. He could see into three states,and at least that many states of mind, from here. And more thanthat: after surveying the scene for quite a while, in that stateof intoxication John Denver has memorialized as Rocky MountainHigh, he espied another distant high place which called out tohim so eloquently that he knew he must go there (and knew that heknew, this time).In fact, it occurred to him that this was the very reasonfor his climb. This distant peak was the profound source of hisobsession for climbing the one he was on.Only now, then, did he realize the evolutionary purpose ofthe wings he had so blithely discarded. What a cruel dilemma!Climbing back down wasn't the answer. Even if he successfullyreached the ground again
a far more dangerous feat thanclimbing up had been
he was sure he would never find his wayto the peak he could see so clearly
yet at such great distance
from here.In fatigue and anguish he fell asleep. And in a dream his

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