Looking at the steep stairs I didn’t know if I could reach the top without passing out from loss of breath but knowing if I didn’t make it up there soon, it may be too late to get our marriage license.
To distract myself from my breathing I counted the stairs as I escalated to the top stopping twice to catch my breath. I was starting to feel like the “Little Engine That Could.”
Twenty, thirty, geez how many steps are there. People were passing me and there was one young kid who was taking the steps two at a time. Oh, to be that young and energetic again.
Finally making it to the top I stood at a standstill wheezing. These poor old lungs couldn’t take this anymore, but I had to obtain that license.
I entered city hall just before they were about to close.
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #16.
An older couple getting married – so sweet. Or someone with breathing problems… hmmm 🙂
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Actually both 🙂
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Then doubly sweet!
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Very nice. 😊
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Thanks so much!
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I love that she made it to the top in your story, I would be stopping several times before reaching the top of those stairs. Good post Susan.
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Thank you!
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As one who struggles to clumb stairs, I could easily relate. I was glad she made it!
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I too struggle with stairs. Always so nice to see you.
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I do hope your narrator got her/his licence. Like the story. Nice take. 🙂
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Glad you liked it. Thanks so much!
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