The view from this place is spectacular. Probably securing a seven figure price tag. I can see the whole city tumble beneath my feet – a box of upturned Lego. At dusk I watch the lights appear. They put me in mind of something I read once about beacons and the fall of Troy. As the night descends the whole place seems to light up like the stars in the sky. Ironic that the very source of light pollution imitates that which it obscures. The city a heaving mass of activity is unaware of my prying eyes. Tonight I will sleep above them all. Tomorrow I’ll climb down from my lofty perch and rejoin the ants. A good night’s sleep with the gutter far beneath can be the difference between life and death. I like to think I’ve secured another day.

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Amanda Bird

Amanda has always thought of herself as an armchair traveller, and since early childhood books and stories have provided the portal to other worlds. Her love of reading sparked a passion for writing and she has been writing stories since... a very long time ago! She now lives in Hove, and the view allows space for her imagination to roam.

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