Red Lady (Anayet)

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the first edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Dama roja (Anayet)", by Carlos Morte Azorín.

Red Lady (Anayet)

-by Carlos Morte Azorín-

And this time when I opened my eyes there were no Bears, nor the constellation of the Dragon, and I woke up to the pink lights, only a strange sensation accompanied me.

There was frost on my coat, the dawn was full of nostalgia, I had no one by my side, and all magic was lost.

And it's strange that despite feeling like never before, knowing that I'm at my best, since I was banished from his chest something truncates me, I'm unable to fill the emptiness he left inside.

So I took the obligatory photos, the red lady reflecting in the crystal clear water, still giving off an aura of incredible colour, as beautiful as watching a ballerina dancing.

I gathered up all my equipment and set off on my way back, knowing I was deluded to have the same thought, to feel again what I felt with her kiss, to melt into the depths of the firmament.