Writing competition #136 / The mysterious mountain / A green dwarf in the top

My sport has always been climbing mountains. I have managed to reach the top of many mountains around the planet. And in recent times I have chosen to climb mountains and reach peaks little known to athletes like me. That's why I chose a certain place located along the Argentine Andes, in the province of Neuquén.

I arrived in a rustic vehicle to an indigenous village and from there I walked with my sights set on the peaks of that mountain of strange geometry. And, as always, it was a hard and steep road. Seven days walking, taking long breaks to take photographs and enjoy nature, until, finally, I reached the top. Another mark in my collection of peaks or goals achieved.

I sat for a while on a rock. I was feeling really tired. A cold wind was blowing and frost was forming on my mustaches. Then he made me drink a can of Coca Cola that I had in my backpack. I drank it all and thought: “I'll be back in half an hour.”

I carelessly threw the empty can on the floor and at that moment I heard the sound of lightning. Then a green dwarf, an elf, appeared in front of me and said:

-Don't leave trash in this place.

-I'm sorry," I responded, picking up the can. Who are you? A smurf?

-If I explained it to you you wouldn't understand. Get out of here, please, and don't tell anyone this place exists.

The goblin disappeared into the fog and I obeyed him. I didn't take photos at that peak and I never said I was there.

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