Weekend

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the second edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy "Fin de semana", by Llorenç Pinsach Elías.

Weekend

-by Llorenç Pinsach Elías-.

One step after another, slowly. An infinite slope rises before me. My heart is pounding, my breath is coming in gasps. One step after another, what am I doing here? I see the peak, still far away. I rest again. There's not much left. My hands help me to progress. That's it, at last.

I am at the top. There is no one there. The silence frightens me. A sudden emotion comes over me and I cry. My breathing calms down, my heart recovers its usual rhythm. The sun begins to shine on the mountain peaks around me; the deep, narrow valleys will have to wait. The electric blue sky stretches out without limits.

I start to hear a strange and familiar sound. It's getting closer and closer. I am alone. I finally recognise it. It's 6 o'clock in the morning, time to get up. It's getting closer to the weekend.