The Bunker

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short descriptive piece about reaching a WWII bunker at the top of a mountain. Read to escape life for a little bit. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Submitted: April 12, 2016

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The old and forgotten bunker entrance sits almost at the top of a mountain. It’s about three o’clock in the afternoon when you get to it, the sun high in the sky, reflecting off its metal cover. Sitting on it, you have one of the best views you could hope for. You can see the whole valley, down to the little towns nestled in it. You understand why this was considered a vantage point, why it was so heavily used during the War. Yet, as you sit there, your muscles slightly aching from the steep climb, it’s hard to imagine the fighting that happened there. Everything is still around you, with only the faint rustling of the trees to keep you company. The soft smell of the flowers mingles with the crisp mountain air. You are utterly alone. Few people know of the existence of the entrance, and fewer still know how to get there. If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint rumble of the stream that you crossed to get here. If you have the patience, on the way back, you can sit, perfectly still, near the water. Animals would come to drink there, passing you by like another rock. But for now, you stay.


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