Post by account_disabled on Dec 4, 2023 23:03:52 GMT -7
He chewed the chocolate slowly, but didn't feel his strength returning. He would have appreciated a sip of grappa, a palliative which would in any case have infused his body with warmth and given him the impetus to start again. Leaning against the boulder, he could hear the wind screaming out his anger, a bestial sound he had never heard before. Through the beam of the lamp he saw microscopic ice crystals swirling in the air. He forced himself to get up and start walking again, before being surprised by the darkness. Then it would have been a problem to advance in those conditions. He detached himself from the rock, his backpack on his shoulder, propping himself up on the hardened snow.
He moved away from the shelter and the wind welcomed him, almost knocking him to the ground with the violence with which he raged. He took one step, two, then fell, rolling for a few meters before managing to catch himself with his ice axe. He stayed like that, lying on the ice, the wind hitting him, the sky above him growing darker and darker. “I'm on my Phone Number Data way back, talk to you later.” His thoughts went to his girlfriend. Now he would have liked to be with her, sitting on the sofa, warm, drinking a beer. He wanted to listen to her. “Don't go alone.” He had gone alone that day, and he hadn't even told anyone where, he remembered now. The girl knew that she went to the mountains, in the snow, she had never shown interest in her mountain destinations and he had never had any reason to let her know about them. «In the mountains, alone, with all that cold.» He was cold.
His face was a little hell, he burned as if he had tanned for hours in the sun. His lips felt chapped, split in several places and his fingers hurt more and more. Get up. Her voice, inside him, encouraged him. He had to move, he told himself, but he felt so good, the wind couldn't do anything to him while he was lying on the ground, nothing, he could only blow, pass over him and disappear. «In the mountains, alone, with all that cold.» He moved a leg. She looked for the boulder and saw it, a few meters above. She had to go back up, not to the top, she would never reach it in the dark, but only up to the boulder, a few meters and she could stay out of the wind, eat something, rest, reflect on how to spend the night up there. He thought about the girl, about what he would have imagined if he hadn't heard her phone call. She would have called for help, yes, she would have called her friends, but no one knew where he was, how could they have looked for him?
He moved away from the shelter and the wind welcomed him, almost knocking him to the ground with the violence with which he raged. He took one step, two, then fell, rolling for a few meters before managing to catch himself with his ice axe. He stayed like that, lying on the ice, the wind hitting him, the sky above him growing darker and darker. “I'm on my Phone Number Data way back, talk to you later.” His thoughts went to his girlfriend. Now he would have liked to be with her, sitting on the sofa, warm, drinking a beer. He wanted to listen to her. “Don't go alone.” He had gone alone that day, and he hadn't even told anyone where, he remembered now. The girl knew that she went to the mountains, in the snow, she had never shown interest in her mountain destinations and he had never had any reason to let her know about them. «In the mountains, alone, with all that cold.» He was cold.
His face was a little hell, he burned as if he had tanned for hours in the sun. His lips felt chapped, split in several places and his fingers hurt more and more. Get up. Her voice, inside him, encouraged him. He had to move, he told himself, but he felt so good, the wind couldn't do anything to him while he was lying on the ground, nothing, he could only blow, pass over him and disappear. «In the mountains, alone, with all that cold.» He moved a leg. She looked for the boulder and saw it, a few meters above. She had to go back up, not to the top, she would never reach it in the dark, but only up to the boulder, a few meters and she could stay out of the wind, eat something, rest, reflect on how to spend the night up there. He thought about the girl, about what he would have imagined if he hadn't heard her phone call. She would have called for help, yes, she would have called her friends, but no one knew where he was, how could they have looked for him?