Three Peaks By Jennifer L. Armstrong - Blackout Poetry By Elrich Tjung

Sunita was breathing hard.

Not good. The air up here made one light-headed. Nepal had eight of the world's ten tallest mountain peaks, but right now, Sunita's thoughts were a lot higher.

“Oh Jesus!” she cried, as she kept moving along the narrow path. “Save me! Save me!”

Near breathless, she repeated it in her heart rather than out loud.

If the Maoist Army caught up with her, she could be executed for being an American spy. She should know. She used to be a Lance Corporal in the army. As for being an American spy, her only crime was to have been caught reading a Christian pamphlet that one of her fellow officers had given her.

It told the story of a man who had lived and then died . . . and then lived again. She had read it through several times. The little pamphlet had now been lost in flight. Which was a shame because she would have liked to know more.