Anecdote Love

Stories and Musings from a girl named Harvey


Leslie in NYC

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers.  Check it out here:  Slightly over word count this week at 107.  Also I had an extreme fascination with the film “Man on Wire” a few years back which also inspired this story.   More on that:

Leslie in NYC, visiting mother.  She intensely disliked both.

Sitting on mother’s white sofa, drinking mocha, staring at the skyline from the penthouse.

“Cheerio” greeted Gregory.

Leslie raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you see it’s an interesting day?”

She shook her head.

“There’s a man on a tightrope at the top of the world.”  He leaned towards her.

Leslie looked in the direction indicated, toward Ground Zero.

“A hole” she said flatly. “A big hole.”

“You’re not looking hard enough.” Gregory adjusted his red bowler and flickered away.

Looking she saw a man on a tightrope between the towers.  Their gaze met.  The next instant he was gone.