I climbed onto my rooftop expecting to escape the crazy drama at home. I never expected you.
At first it was creepy, someone staring at me. Then it got annoying. Whatever made you think that I was going to jump, and even if I were, did you really think that some total stranger waving about wildly two streets over, could talk me out of it? But your attempt at sign language, and your face morphing through those million different expressions, that was really amusing.
Now I look forwards to our game of charades everyday.
Sitting on the roof, sharing silence and the occasional nod with my nameless companion, has become the most relaxing part of my day.
Thank you my friend.
In response to the Friday Fictioneers challenge of 20 July 2018, based on a photo by Dale Rogerson