Currency

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the third edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Currency"by Mar Garcia Valero.

Currency

-by Mar Garcia Valero

Walking it measures fifteen paces. Thinking about it is nothing, but when you look at it from here it seems supernatural.

Fairies come to visit it at times of celebration, tracing shooting stars with their wands as they touch the rock. Witches come with their broomsticks from the other side to leave their medicine, and sleep on its step on nights when the full moon peeps through the gap. Sometimes you can hear the heels of horses approaching, and on a June night the dragons delight with bonfires spitting from their breaths as they fly in circles of reconnaissance.

In this shelter we built a home a thousand years ago, when we were still fleeing from evil. I have returned to reclaim my time and Durendal, to maintain its magic. Many souls come here seeking their destiny. I remember the moment of the blow; in the air that verve is still intact. I am still recognised by Roland.