Cuthbert tore up the long, winding staircase that led to the top tower, leaping two, three at a time in a heroic bound. At first. After the first thirty stairs, he slowed to a valiant trot. Then a gallant trudge.
There were a lot of stairs.
Context-free Friday: a many-coloured sky
Friday, the 7th of July, 2017
Context-free Friday: I don’t think I’d be much good at that
Friday, the 7th of July, 2017
Context-free Friday: a gallant trudge
Friday, the 7th of July, 2017