Last Meal

“I won’t make it much longer,” he lamented in a cracking voice through his parched lips. He had been hiking alone on a mountain trail when he fell about one hundred feet, breaking his fall temporarily by a jutting sapling, ending up on a snowy mountain ledge.

Since it had been three weeks now and no one knew his hiking route, he realized he might never be found. He had already consumed his little store of food and only was able to get liquid from the melting snow.

Water was not a problem but he needed solid food and realized he must get some protein before he starved. Looking downward at his lower leg, he talked to himself, “There is a lot of good meat on my leg.”

Desperate to survive until he could be found, he made a decision. Pulling out his knife from its sheath, he began to do what he must! Smacking his lips, he thoroughly enjoyed his last meal before closing his eyes in a feeling of endless peace. Sadly, his body was never recovered.