The Handyman and Her

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing. The handyman had heard raw music ring - clickety clack, clickety, clickety clack! Musing how the heads of woodpeckers spring, right on, he bounded up the steps to check and found her with a noose about her neck ready to jump. Quickly he pulled her back wondering what he could do to save this wreck. From here, the City churches, pierced the mist; shocked, he saw and caught the knife upon her wrist. His calming voice, “Hold on, dear one, backtrack; face to face with God, why this final tryst?” Back down the stairs, they found a place of prayer; as fate would have it, a priest was standing there. Taking the vile blade, still open to attack, he closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square. written May 26, 2018 contest: One nine and sixteen upgrade version by Viv Wigley