The Elevator

So we have a natural talent!

I went out to the yard. I inhaled hard, I almost felt my nostrils ache. I take my time to enjoy the pure oxygen of the atmosphere, but someone interrupts me.

Trainer: Erica?

Straight away I turn willingly towards him and without losing a moment he popped excitedly in front of me.

Gymnast: So, how are you doing?

 Erica: All right? I guess.

His question didn't seem sincere, more hasty and formal, but above all excited.

Gymnast: Good, I'm glad! Did you hear that this year our school is going to take part in the running races?

Erica: No! The truth is, no...

He frowned momentarily and continued.

Gymnast: Well. I've noticed you quite a bit during class, and I confess that your running performance has left me speechless.

Erica: Thank you!

Gymnast: Are you involved in a sport that has helped you with your speed?

If my father's hiding place counts, then yes.

Erica: No, it didn't happen.

Gymnast: So we have a natural talent! Of course you will take part in the games as a member of the school team and our representative, I do not say otherwise. If I have to, I'll talk to your father.

Erica: No! You really don't have to, I will participate!

Gymnast: Perfect! Oh, I didn't tell you, our workouts will be every afternoon at six outside of weekends. Tomorrow I'm waiting for you here, and don't be late!

Without letting me object, he left in a hurry. Looks like I'm going to have to push a little bit more to make it this year. I sprung up and pulled towards the room since the bell had already sounded.

After a very long day I am back in my apartment building knowing that my fatigue will not be an obstacle to the performance of my daily routine. I'm only getting into the place I feel really safe. In my house, the elevator.

I step on the third floor and it starts to rise like the knot in my stomach. Every floor, higher and higher, is now in my throat. Stress drowns me. Do you think he's back from work? Wonder... When listening to the characteristic sound, the doors open wide leaving me exposed.

Nightly in the hallway, I reached the apartment and unlocked softly. I pushed slowly causing a calm crackling at the door. I took a look to locate him inside, but his snoring catches up with me. Thunder resonates in my ears. The knot in my neck is strengthening, he's home.

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Kristiana Palli