Todd cursed himself. He inched out further. The frame and glass creaked. He froze.
He peered down, trying to make out the room below. It definitely wasn’t Lacey’s bedroom.
She had told him the skylight on the left. Only now did he realise he didn’t know if that was left as he faced the house, or left if he was on the roof.
He had to pick one.
A light went on. Now Todd saw it was a kitchen. A figure looked up.
Todd stared into the raging eyes of Lacey’s father, just as he heard an ominous sound and the glass panel gave way.
Copyright J Hardy Carroll
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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