His words were weak and discouraging.
He got drunk that night and anonymously went to the mountains.
We searched but couldn't get to him on time.
When we ignorantly went to the mountains,
Lo and behold, he was there, blue and frozen to death.
This is my entry to @freewritehouse Monday 240 characters zapfic microfiction challenge.
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