The Click

Clip and step up. Clip and step up. Sometimes hidden away underneath a snowy crown, but still, clip and step up.

The narrowing tunnel that has been his home for months turned into the widest and brightest sight. Hum carried in the calm air. He couldn't speak in awe, proclaimed to himself: "The top. Finally." There next to him was a step up onto a platform. Long, protruding, made out of neither wood, stone, or anything common. At its end a fleeting husk of a man in shambles.

"It's just a click away." Repeated the man. In his hand a controller with nothing but a rocking switch. "It's just a click away." The mantra of the damned. He flipped the switch.