The Devil's Inn
We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the first edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "La posada del diablo", by Antonio J. Ruiz Munuera.
The Devil's Inn
-by Antonio J. Ruiz Munuera-
They had covered the entrance with a door of fortune. Their ice axes, arranged in a cross and covered by an anorak. They walked exhausted over snow that was thickening every minute with the storm's lashing. Blind and completely disorientated. At such an altitude and with everything lost, fortune, or the devil himself - who was playing with their agony - had led them to this small cave. No more than a burrow, made of ice as black as obsidian, in which they spent the night in aovillation, just like two new-born puppies.
Hours later a ray of light, filtered through a seam in the anorak, brought them two pieces of news: that it was dawn and that they were still alive. When they emerged, and after a few steps, they saw at their feet an infinite field of glaciers. They had slept ten feet from the summit. Beelzebub, gloating, nodded his head in satisfaction.
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