PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Written as part of a challenge called Friday fictioneers, https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com.

Warm air swirls between the buildings downtown.  Far below cars and trucks battle to get out of here as fast as possible.  A horn blasts.  It echoes across the faces of the towers of concrete and glass.

I look over at my friends Rocky.  He’s ghost white.  Thirty eight floors above the chaos.  It’s a calming feeling, kind of.  I feel bad for him in some ways.  First time stuck on a platform where a cable broke.  With the harnesses you just hung there.  The world around you.  Peaceful.

“Hey, Rocky enjoy the view.  Half hour, tops!   They’ll bring us back up.”  I try to get him to relax.  It doesn’t work.

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