January dribbles - 3

The girl climbed the gate, wood splintering under fingernails, knees scraping against paint. She hooked a leg over the bar then settled safely down, queen of her castle, monarch of all she surveyed—street, town, a passing bird, puddles and sky.

“Look Davey, here’s how you climb.”

Big brother sighed.

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