by Hydrargentium

Standing at the base of the McQuarry Tower, he stared up its full height to the burgeoning purple sky beyond. His gaze took in the face of the building as well, noting handholds and outcroppings of architectural bric-a-brac. This wouldn’t be too hard.

A leap and a grab, and then Caveman was climbing, meaty fingers gripping, dextrous toes splayed. He never stopped moving, each action providing him momentum for the next, swinging and bouncing up the tower, brachiating his way to the chaos in the sky. Along the way, he caught glimpses of unassuming life through the windows…

…a woman ironing her blouse, clad in her blue business skirt and simple white brassiere…

…a small dog, perched on a barstool, licking at a butter dish on the counter…

…a man with a small baby, awkwardly holding a bottle to the child’s puckered lips…

…two Filipino woman in plain grey uniforms, one dusting, one cleaning a mirror, both chatting gaily…

…a television showing an all-sports channel, and a man with a day’s worth of stubble sprawled on the couch, staring but not watching…

…a bowl full of fruit, and a half-finished canvas on an easel…

…two children playing a video game, arguing over something unseeable on the screen…

…a portly man with a towel clutched around his waist, water dripping from his hair, racing to reach a telephone…

…a Roomba, bumping off the baseboards and cleaning a spotless floor…

The images played like a frantic, disjointed music video, with the sound replaced by the wind in his ears and the low thrumming that emanated from the disturbance in the sky.

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