Five-Minute fiction - 11:11-11:16
Grim splayed his legs wide in an effort to slow his slide down the roof. The slick tiles had been made slicker by the unseasonal weather, and a thin coating of ice turned them into a treacherous slope. Darker, some distance above him had already fallen, arms and legs spread eagle in his own attempt to stay on the roof. Cursing Grim slipped several feet down the roof. The wind tugged at his cloak, whip-snapping it into the air behind him, threatening to pull him from the roof with a sufficiently powerful gust.
To say the weather had been unseasonal was an understatement. Grim could not remember the last time it had snowed in the City. Sure, Ash on occasion fell from the sky, but that simply darkened the City and what little snowfall when it happened, often any snow that fell would not last long enough to hit the ground. The furnace heat of the City melting it long before it came close. Thus, it usually rained, not snowed. But today it had decided to
Grim splayed his legs wide in an effort to slow his slide down the roof. The slick tiles had been made slicker by the unseasonal weather, and a thin coating of ice turned them into a treacherous slope. Darker, some distance above him had already fallen, arms and legs spread eagle in his own attempt to stay on the roof. Cursing Grim slipped several feet down the roof. The wind tugged at his cloak, whip-snapping it into the air behind him, threatening to pull him from the roof with a sufficiently powerful gust.
To say the weather had been unseasonal was an understatement. Grim could not remember the last time it had snowed in the City. Sure, Ash on occasion fell from the sky, but that simply darkened the City and what little snowfall when it happened, often any snow that fell would not last long enough to hit the ground. The furnace heat of the City melting it long before it came close. Thus, it usually rained, not snowed. But today it had decided to