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Fictitioned Freedom.
#WritcoStoryPrompt124
Make your short story take place in a skyscraper. Stumbling through the skies, exactly igniting the heavens.

Like a skyscraper as a Wolcott's (Aristocratic) camp, a two storey mansion,
loomed from the shade like an stylist ogre
coming to the water's edge to drink ( distutbed mind roaring thoughts). It was a cast of warm yellow light of mica-shaded
lamps,with a stone fireplace that you could stand in,as if tinker (innocence) giving an enthusiastic history of the place. He (the place) mentioned something about the Indians(naive) in the region and the aesthetic schooling of the architect. (persona),,In skyscraper, tinker slapped hands together, got an intuition, this mansion is on fire, late for camp living.
It's my loss,,was it like, tinker asked what do you say,,we go for a hike??,, I am not the hiking sort,, oh I think that's exactly what you are,,you just don't know it yet,
and the view of the lake is breathtaking.
From tinker's expression you would have thought it was Ali Baba revealing the riches of the forty thieves. stumbling the magic, through the skies, exactly igniting the heavens, it's was a tinker's gaze from a skyscraper's maze.

©Mishra Poonam