“The key is balance,” Dotty bobbed delicately, defying wind and gravity.
The rest of us clung frantically with all six, desperate to return to lower elevations.
Why did I ever sign up for Advanced Balance?!
If we were meant to be acrobats, we’d have been born in the circus.
“When you’re ready,” Dotty intoned, “be one with the cable …” She lifted a leg on each side to a two-thirds perch.
A wind gust blew me off the bridge. I tumbled, helpless, to be one with the canopies.
Lofty Dotty probably lingered.
Pox on her, the lordly lanternfly!
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.
Photo prompt: © Miles Rost