Photo courtesy of Emmy L Gant
I could have ran and ran with this one. I hope it makes some sort of sense as it stands!
Cold rain splattered into Jack’s eyes as he drank in the skyline. He loved this town.
He’d been coming up here since he was a boy. He’d sit cross-legged, tossing stale crusts to the pigeons wishing he were as free as them. It was a different world almost to the one he usually inhabited, where his Mum cried and his Dad clipped him round the ear almost every-time he saw him.
How did it all go so wrong? Jack wanted to make a difference. People would never forgive him and as he inched towards the edge and splayed out his arms, he wondered if it would feel like flying.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt – read the other entries via host Rochelle’s blog here.