The day was dawning. Dawn was heading up at high speed, racing for the top of the tower.
The double doors at the top crashed open with a clatter. Looking around briefly, she saw the clouds turning the whole world grey. Soon the sun would light them golden, the lightbulb inside the building a cheap imitation of it.
She ran around the barrier, searching. Finally she found a last set of stairs, smaller and narrower than the large flight behind her. The cold of the white side rails rippled in her hands.
She climbed to the top. He was ready.
Flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers.