PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“Double espresso, please,” Anna exhaled heavily.
She’d arrived at work earlier and parked her car. As she got out, something caught her eye on the river next to the office, or more accurately, in the foliage covering the bridge. She’d gone to investigate and called to the man climbing up the shrubbery.
“What are you doing? Are you stuck?” He didn’t answer. She frowned, annoyed.
His arms hung by his side, belly exposed where his T-Shirt had ridden up.
It took a minute for her to realise he wasn’t climbing. He wasn’t going to be doing anything anymore… ever.
Word Count: 99
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.