Hell

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the third edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "Hell"by Carlos Morte Azorín.

Hell

-by Carlos Morte Azorín

The last lights of dusk were fading between the mouth of the Midi, in the foothills of the Infernos, just where they had prepared their bivouac before tackling the summit the following morning.

There were clouds threatening rain, but the stars were visible between them, and although it was cold, it seemed that the night would be mild.

Their bags were stuck together, he pulled his hand out of the bag, and it took her less than five seconds to grab it so he wouldn't freeze.

It did just the opposite, their bodies burned inside and out after that action, neither wanted to let go of that hand, and both looked at each other as they had never done before. They were talking all night, getting to know each other, and they saw shooting stars while making a wish, for both of them the same dream.

Just before dawn they had their first kiss, fulfilling their wish. It no longer mattered that they had reached the summit, they had connected, two mountaineers who had met in their environment and fallen in love. It seems that angels can be found in the Hells.