Flash: Rooftops

'You can see everything from up here.' I grab for Jimmy's shirt as he leans forward, hips against the ledge and his top half leaning out, looking down to the street three storeys below. 'Geez, Jim. Come on. Quit fooling around.' I yank him back, hard as I can. We have a lot of gear...

Writing Journal 12/01/18

FWJ #5 '..But in quiet moments his compulsion is not to count. In quiet moments he flicks the tips of each finger on his left hand, as fast as he can...'

Writing Journal 09/01/18

Free Writing Journal #2 '...Straight backed, my briefcase resting on my knees, I feel like my father, can imagine him sitting in the exact same chair after getting exact same call. I was never an easy child. I see me when I look at my boy and it makes me cringe. Which makes me feel guilty. Which makes me try harder to do better for him. Which isn't such a bad thing I guess...'