I was finally prompted to move by the thistles poking my rear end, this shrubbery was unfriendly. I wasn’t sure how I got here, placed in the middle of these bushes. Pulling my cell out, I scrolled through my calls and texts, hoping for a clue to my whereabouts, it had no service. I hadn’t driven in years, not since that vehicular…. Well, I had to swerve to miss the shadows that multiplied down the pavement. I didn’t know the sidewalk was going to be my only alternate route. They gave me probation, a lot of people were angry.
I couldn’t sit here in this makeshift jungle any longer. I stood up and wiped the dirt from my pants. The mulch squished in between my naked toes as I shoved the weeds out of my way, clearing a path to the timber’s edge. I came to an abrupt halt. There was no way I could do this safely.
I squinted as I scanned the area, allowing for the sun to shine directly into my eyes. I aimed for the metal archway above, it was my only hope. Tall and thin, I figured I could make it. I tucked my phone into my bra and jumped, grabbing hold to the first bar, I swung, reached out and caught the next one. This wasn’t as easy as I remembered the monkey bars in elementary. I made it about as far as the fountain in the center of the garden and dropped down onto it, sending it into a wobbling frenzy. Unsteady, I placed my arms around the concrete female and held on tight. I expressed my gratitude for the young lady with a kiss on the forehead, then wiped paint particles from my lips. Night began to fall. The birds no longer chirped.
A beaming glow of light brightly attacked my being. I put my hand up as a shield to see a gentleman clad in all blue, coming to my rescue. “Miss, what are you doing up there?” He reached up to help me down. I smacked his hand a way. “No!” I fiercely wailed. I pointed to the ground weeping. “Step on a crack, break my mother’s back.” He understood and thankfully I was rolled out on a stretcher, avoiding the grooves in the concrete.
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