A Roof of One’s Own

Down the sterile, stagnant hall, a door was open: Exit.  Stairs.  She and I had nothing pressing, so I squeezed her hand in mine, and we stepped through—through and the musk was scattered by a breeze, through and up a short half-flight, through and we arrived on the unguarded roof. The tight confines of the… Continue reading A Roof of One’s Own