Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson
Gina was puzzled. Jimmy had a mass of brochures spread out but this time there were no mountains. Only pictures of ladders and workmen’s cradles with ropes.
“You know I just love being up high,” said Jimmy, “and if you want to be up high you have to aim high.”
“But I worry about you, going up those mountains. I miss you. And we’ll never afford the wedding. And what’s with the cradles and the ladders? You going to climb up a mountain then climb up a ladder and hang from a cradle?”
“Darling, I’ve won the contract to clean the lights in the mall.”