Rooftops At Sunrise – #FridayFiction

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The ladder from the garage wasn’t quite tall enough to reach all the way, but it brought us within touching distance of the guttering. From there you could pull yourself up and afterwards, reach down for my hands, smaller, thinner, not quite as adept at clambering about.

I let you lead me to a lot of places I couldn’t reach on my own.

Perhaps I should have worried sooner about being left behind but back then all I could think of was how strong you were. Lifting me like a bag of sugar to watch the sun set beside you.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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