Some evenings after work, Fletch would push her aching muscles to perform one last feat. She scrabbled her way up fire escapes and windowsills, hauled herself over the edge to sprawl graceless and panting on the rooftop.
…the storied streets of good old Ba Bing Se, don’t seem welcoming today… I’m going home, to the city by Yue bay... Someone’s radio turned haunting by this distance, as if to emphasize that this slice of concrete was worlds away. …I left my heart in Republic City, I left my heart by the sea….
The horizon was so wide she could nearly believe a wrong step would send her plunging into the depths above. Water glinting silver and grey stretched up to brush the dimming sky.
As the sun sank it painted the clouds with streaks of red-gold fire, melting away in shades of butter and peach. She could almost feel the sun slipping below the horizon. One by one the stars flickered into life, mirroring the lights of the city below. Fletch only watched in silent wonder - still, for once. A moment of peace snatched from the jaws of night.