Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
She peered anxiously through the glass. He should have called someone. Who climbs up metal ladders in this frost? What if he falls? Breaks something? Who would care for him? Care for her?
She pressed a knuckle to her mouth, too afraid to call out lest her voice startled him.
The sound came with a ladder-wobble and she almost screamed. How can he do this to her? He knows she cannot stand to be stressed!
A moment later his foot descended.
Then his elbow.
With a miserable-looking kitten cradled in the crook of his arm.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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