Thirty-five stories and she had to trudge her way to the top. It was something she didn’t want to do, but had to do.
Carla was on a mission. She had to try out her new wings.
She stood before her reflection in the glass door. They were light, delicate and very nearly invisible.
Carla found the stairway. “But the elevator would be so much quicker,” she complained.
Reaching the top floor, she stated, “I gotta rest a couple of minutes.”
Once out side, she step onto the ledge. New wings or not, Carla had entered the ‘no fly zone.’