|Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
The open balcony was inviting me and I knew that I could catch a glimpse of the entire estate from there. The tall gate was locked and I peep inside to see if anyone was around. After being sure that no one was inside, I kick my shoes in the air, tie my hair high up and climb up the railing. I have never been in such a big house before, even if from outside on an empty balcony. The view was beautiful, but I had to hurry back before my father, the gardener of the estate finds me here.
This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Friday Fictioneers, 13th February 2015.