Flash Fiction: Ever Rest

“Mr. Johnson, we have some news for you regarding your son.”
“What news could you possibly tell me?”
“Well we found his body sir.”
“I know where his body is. The patrol told me about that three years ago.”
“Uh there’s a, there’s been a development.”
“He went to Mount Everest. They said he went off the trail.”
“Another climber, uh.. found him, sir.”
“Okay. Thanks. You going to give me coordinates or something? I don’t know how many times I’ve been told its too dangerous to go get him.”
“No, Mr. Johnson.”
“Then what the hell you calling me for?”
“The other climber, sir.”
“Did he survive? Good for him. Can I go now?”
“He did survive, thanks to your son.”
“He ran out of supplies.”
“Yes.”
“Then what could this climber possibly have taken?”
“Well Mr. Johnson. The climber…he… he ate your son.”

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