I’ve been meaning to jump on Friday Fictioneers bandwagon for a few weeks so here we go! 100 words on the nose!
It’s not the damp. No, nor the wind; the wind is more like a lover the way it shivers in my skirts. Nor is it the height. I like the view: a carousel of city whirling below me. I wonder if people look up at me and wonder about what I hide below me, out of their reach. It’s the smell I hate: the swampy gasps of garbage and rot; the sweet sting of gasoline. The city is beautiful to see but the reek of it lingers in my lace for days, even up here, so high above it all.
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