garrattj

Five-Minute fiction - 22:34-22:39

Grim pitched the ladder over the wall and waited for the inevitable crash, but it never came.

What happened? he called over his voice rising to an audible point just above a whisper.

Wheres the ladder? Darkers voice called from the other side of the wall.

Grim glanced around the street before darting back across to the alley opposite the wall. He stood on the tips of his toes and tried to see anything beyond the angled stone of the wall, but there was nothing visible beyond a dark, shapeless mass of trees.

Another quick glance up and down the street revealed that it was still empty and Grim scurried back across to the base of the wall.

I threw it over, isnt it there?

No! Do you suppose Id be inquiring about it if it had arrived as expected?

Well, okay, no, but I did throw it over. Is it hung up in a tree or something? Grim said.

He turned around to check the state of the street and was suitable surprised by the sword point that was toward his nose. A series of crashes emanated from beyond the wall as Grim gingerly raised his hands.

The two men grinned with malevolence