100 Words: Facing Fears/Giving Chase

For an instant, he let himself believe they’d turned the corner.

When she let a flicker of smile show, he returned it.

The next morning, he was fucking freezing.

The kitchen window was open.

Her blanket was caught on the fire escape.

Heart in his throat, he gave chase; the only thing he could think to do — he had to believe she wanted to be caught.

Too-blue eyes stung with tears too-hot against too-cold wind.

He could not make himself look down, and so instead, he went up, far less afraid of heights than what he might see down below.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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