Photograph by Nadia Lavard, whose photograph blog can be seen here and her regular blog here.
It was time for him to run, and he knew it.
The footsteps of security guards echoed up the stairs that led to the rooftop; the door would burst open any second now. But he had to say it once more.
He cupped his fingerless-gloved hands and yelled it one more time. “I love you Julia Jane Mayer!” He watched as she blew kisses up at him from four stories below accompanied by a huge grin; his heart skipped and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He turned and started running as fast as he could toward the fire escape he’d used to get up there. He could hear her yelling, “Run!” with a laugh and he pumped his legs as fast as he could.
The door was opened with such force that it slammed against the wall and he didn’t even turn to look back as he reached the edge and climbed over the side.
He could see the guards, four of them, all overweight, first look in the direction he’d come from, then one pointed. “There!”
“Hey, you!” screamed another.
He smiled, waved and slid down the ladder out of sight.
I am such a sucker for a black and white photo. I dropped by to say thanks for posting over at my blog and read this entry. I think I’m hooked..Now I have to go back and read it all!
Thanks Donna. I enjoyed your blog as well!
Ooh. That’s so cuute! You make these stories up from people you see? That’s really cool. 😀
Aww, that was nice. Short and sweet.