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.