Five-minute fiction - 01:16-01:21
Three steps. It always came down to the last three steps.
Grim cursed. His hands clung to the railing, the knuckles white, his palms sweaty. It always came down to the last three steps. Two years in the field, as an alumni of the Citys College of Assassination and the Arts, and four years of comprehensive on the job training had taught him one thing. He wasnt meant to leap from building to building.
He was athletic enough to do it. Strong enough. Agile enough. Just something always seemed to cause him to lose his footing and wind up in trouble. Todays impediment was a pigeon, a rather fat, mottled pigeon which had decided that the flying human was an interesting distraction and had settled down on the railing to watch him. And maybe eat him later.
Pigeons werent picky.
Three steps. It always came down to the last three steps.
Grim cursed. His hands clung to the railing, the knuckles white, his palms sweaty. It always came down to the last three steps. Two years in the field, as an alumni of the Citys College of Assassination and the Arts, and four years of comprehensive on the job training had taught him one thing. He wasnt meant to leap from building to building.
He was athletic enough to do it. Strong enough. Agile enough. Just something always seemed to cause him to lose his footing and wind up in trouble. Todays impediment was a pigeon, a rather fat, mottled pigeon which had decided that the flying human was an interesting distraction and had settled down on the railing to watch him. And maybe eat him later.
Pigeons werent picky.