High altitude nap

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the second edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "High altitude nap"by Marc Malgosa Montserrat.

High altitude nap

-by Marc Malgosa Montserrat-.

There has been no summit. The weather threatens and we descend fast. Serious and tense faces show a desire to survive.

Heavy backpack. The wind is blowing and the icy snowflakes are blowing in our faces. In line one after the other, without speaking to each other. Clear objective to descend to the car park, to get to safety.

I step back for a second, take my jacket out of my backpack, put it on. My companions have continued to descend. I can't see them any more, I can't hear them either... I hurry, I try to catch up with them, there's no way out.
way... have they strayed? I keep going down, faster, getting warmer. I hear voices, I can't recognise them. Faster... I can't hear them anymore, damned wind!

Eternal descent, steady gaze on the ground. I sense the car park in the distance. I get closer, see the cars, take a deep breath. But... I don't see ours. I don't understand, there's no one. I hear voices, and this time... it's them, they're there, sitting down. I look at them, I smile...

Damn siesta!