Fiction by Tessa: "Rooftop Game"

[tessagratton]

Wind yanked my hair like angry fingers, and I swallowed a laugh before Mom heard. With my toe, I found the iron platform and tentatively slid all my weight onto the fire escape. Yellow streetlights turned the brick of our building orange and gray. Ozone from the promised storm crackled in the air. I pressed my back against the rough wall and

Comments

[apocalypticbob]

Haven't been in much of a short story reading mood lately, but this one caught my attention, and I liked it very much.

[tessagratton]

Oh, good. :D

I go through moods like that, too (though sometimes I'm also not in a short story *writing* mood... and I have to do it anyway).

[saffronhare]

Oh. Oh! I am captured by this story.

[tessagratton]

Glad to hear it!

[tessagratton]

:D

[music_lover3]

Wow, I really liked this story!

[tessagratton]

Thanks! It was fun to write.

[serafina_zane]

I love that picture. *obsessed with lightning*

Also enjoyed the story, of course, especially the simpleness of the charms and the vague menace following them.

[tessagratton]

I like charms like that. Simple, almost tooooo simple. :D

There are a LOT of good lightning pics on Flickr.