By R.C. Weissenberg
He climbed onto the roof to retrieve a doll, and kicked the ladder down behind him. He gripped the doll and called for help. No one came.
Time melted into sweat across his face.
He squinted at the sky: sheep swimming in a lake, circling a large, luminous pearl.
He flung the doll to the ground, and heard it bounce seven times.
The concrete, fences, cars, and plants had been replaced by a hideous absence. The green rooftiles slanted his gaze upward.
When he finally saw a ladder cross his eyes, he couldn’t tell if it came from below, or above.
Oh boy! What a stunning end! Well done!
This is just great. Beautifully crafted. It is so clever to use so few words and create such thoughts and wonderings in the reader. Loved it.
Very well done!
Simple, unique, and beautifully crafted!