High altitude baptism

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the third edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "High altitude baptism"by Yolanda Jiménez García.

High altitude baptism

-by Yolanda Jiménez García-.

An alternating game of poles and limbs. Each step, a challenge of gravity. The precipice offered lightness.

She advanced slowly. Aeolus inhabited the hill. He claimed his tribute with a hunger for backpacks full of attachments, disappointments, old cracks, sharp pains, real deceptions or imagined suspicions. All edible. Insecurities compressed into energy bars so as not to succumb to fainting.

He turned his full attention to the clamber, braving the abyss beneath his boots. He looked down, no further than the edge of the crags. One false step and he would be food for scavengers. Ghosts hovered over the canyon.

He knew that his journey was one-way, a route where the maturity of his time was tanned. He remembered the poise of his ancestors, deposited in his DNA.

She descended to her chasm, full of emptiness and nothingness. She thanked Zeus and, naked of pasts, received her gift of rain. She had succeeded in meriting the baptism of the mountain.