Friday, 8 June 2012

Death climb

I am climbing a very talk building, it has drain pipes and small foot holds and is very precarious, one wrong move and I'd fall.

I know that if I lose my grip and fall I will plummet to my death.
At the top of the building on the roof is a flat that I'm aiming for. Just as I reach the last few feet I hear the sound of an organised raid being carried out on the flat.
The door gets booted in and there is lots of shouting. I hear the cry if, "Stand still customs department".

I reach the top and enter the flat only to find I am in my mums house. As I walk around I notice that every mirror in the place is smashed. Nothing else is damaged and there is no one inside.



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