Wherever he went, he carried the little flag with him. It had been to seven continents, to desert and rainforest, to ocean and icesheet, bundled in with the survival gear.
When he wondered why he was doing it all, why anybody in their right mind would try scaling a mountain so high, what the point of crossing all that ice was, he pulled out his little flag, the flag with which he’d climbed to summits of little hills and explored playgrounds, and found the strength to press on.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Andrew Neel for the prompt photo!