Flash Fiction, a short story written in 100 words or less.
I always count the steps as I walk. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
I count all the way to the top as I place one foot down and then the other. Each step is deliberate, careful.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.
My eyes flit back and forth, watching the steps while trying to take in the views. Trees, rocks, moss, I see everything that makes this beautiful. I see but do not fully appreciate.
My attention is still on the stairs, on each step bringing me up, up, up. (Or down, down, down.)
I have to count.