#Afictionalstory

“I find these activities excruciating…”I speak with daunting exasperation,” And I am not lazy…These exercises drain your soul, and the fun part is, it only reflects through sweat.” Utterance between hard breaths. Catching my breath, we climb a mountain. I came up with this hiking plan: heavy weight on my shoulders.

“I can’t breathe, I can barely breathe,” she struggles to respirate, “my calf is under a lot of tension, and my feet are starting to hurt,” she confesses. The slope doesn’t give a closer view of the top. Her vision is intimidated by the unseen final destination. “We should stop here… feel drained and tired,” This comes out quite abruptly. She bends forward, hands tightly placed on her tired thighs, reserving her energy and controlling the vigorous response of her lungs.

“Oh no, sorry, let’s keep moving. It’s the beauty of the exercise: Strain, we get through a win for everyone. The venture is interesting, isn’t it?”

“Not over here, should have said I am dying, but that would have been an exaggeration,” she speaks as she gains better speech.

“It will be worthwhile if completed,” I murmur.

“Let’s go ahead,” she sends a note of approval. Her aura is serene. These dates come with a satisfying guilt. I have not said a word about Jackie. Her presence is pure that tale might ruin this moment.

©Joeln