Legacy

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the second edition of the competition: High Altitude StoriesWe leave you to enjoy "Legacy", by Lluís Quemada Masana.

Legacy

-by Lluís Quemada Masana-.

... It was the third time that your shadow disappeared in the fog. The wind drowned out my cries, I know you couldn't hear me, but I don't know why you weren't looking for me. We had left Estany Llong barely 3 hours ago, we should be very close to reaching the Contraix pass, but it was impossible to glimpse anything beyond five or six metres in front of my eyes. The rest was just a sort of grey blanket, thick as despair. Each step took me further away from you, but made me more aware of myself. The hope of keeping your memory trapped in the fog, pushing me on. I sighed. And I got tired of screaming at you, I got tired of chasing you, I felt I had to fly. I got tired of being me. Or of being you... - Wake up daddy. It's time. We leave for Contraix in thirty minutes... I can't wait to learn from you.