|PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson|
The glacier oozed like discoloured toothpaste from mountains topped with snow like crumpled bedlinen.
With Andy droning on about “moraines”, we climbed up beside the glacier before stepping onto the jagged ice. 'Glacier formation is fascinating.'
'Yeah.' I yawned.
Andy found a minty-blue ice cave. 'Come and look at these stalactites.'
'They're icicles, not stalactites. And I'm not entering a cave that could collapse without warning.'
'You think icicles are dangerous?' Sarcasm splintered his laugh.
With an ear-shattering boom ice pinnacles lifted and toppled.
Andy squealed and leapt clear as the glacier swallowed the cave.
I returned his sarcastic laugh.
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