Short Story: A Stunning Sight

Genre: slice of life


This was it. She’d given it her all, but this was the end of the line. She had nothing left to give.

“I can’t move another step. Just go without me,” she said.

“Come on. We’re almost there,” her brother said.

“The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak,” she said.

Her brother laughed. “You’re so dramatic. I’ll carry you, how about that?”

She looked at the backpack he was already carrying for her. She sighed.

“No. I’ll walk.”

She dragged herself, one step at a time after her more athletic brother. She didn’t even want to think about how she was going to go back…


Next to the nature trail, a wide gap in the treeline created a natural lookout point to the picturesque suburb below. But that wasn’t all. Flowers flowed down the mountain slope like a colourful carpet.

“Fifty years ago,” her brother explained, “A plane crashed here. That’s why there’s a gap. No one on the plane survived. The victims’ family and friends left flowers, but one of them grew flowers instead, and that’s what you see here.”

A stunning sight with a sentimental story. She got it!

She turned to find that her brother had already taken out her sketchbook and pencil case.


A mountain princess, deep in slumber after an accident, and a flower prince, stepping out of his kingdom out of curiosity. Her pencil flew over the page as she outlined the concept in her mind, with occasional notes on the colour palettes she might use for the characters.

Completely forgotten, her brother sat beside her and pulled out the game console he had brought precisely for this situation. It would keep him entertained until his sister was ready to leave.



The gap is inspired by an actual place in the Dandenong Ranges, created after the 1938 Kyeema crash. But it doesn’t have a carpet of flowers. I imagine it would be pretty dangerous to grow flowers on the side of a mountain. But it would be quite a sight, wouldn’t it?

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