This for this week’s Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge.
Nearly there! God, my knees are sore. Bandaged. Bleeding. So far 12 miles. On my knees. But a pilgrimage is a pilgrimage is a pilgrimage and penance is penance is penance, so it’ll be worth it. That’s if I’m ever to stand up again, ever to skip the light fandango again.
I could have done the walking bit, the Camino di Santiago de Compostela. That would have been much easier. But I reckon this deal gets me special privileges in paradise. Knees always trump feet.
Plus I’ve had an unlimited supply of Big Macs for wearing the Golden Arch t-shirt.