First Chair

The cool air pressed firmly against her skin between the layers of warm cotton. Despite the mountain’s familiarity, her teeth still clanked together from more than just the cold.

“I can do this,” she said.

Exhaling, she watched her breath form a tiny cloud in front of her face. She pulled her Burton mittens farther onto her hands and strapped her feet into place, heel after toe, with two loud clicks.

Using her poles, she pushed towards the wooden seats rotating up towards the sky. Her confident posture returned, gliding on the snow.

Ready for first chair of the season.

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6 thoughts on “First Chair

  1. I thought it was going to go somewhere scary; instead, it shared a good transition between anticipation and action. I like that the narrator relished the familiar, and all their senses woke up at that moment.

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