Gulp
I’m climbing up the roof of my grandparents’ home. But, it’s not their home. But, it is. It is kinda the size of a small, square garage I would guess. Placing the structure in reality has it as a second home in front of their actual home. Whatever it is, it is known it is their property. With me on the roof are members of our family church. I don’t know what we’re doing on the roof. At first I think it is a game I am playing to get to the top of the roof. The roof is solid brick, but nothing in-between to hold them in place. Just bricks on bricks. Just stacks of bricks on bricks to form a roof. My grandparents and other notables are watching from the front porch swing of my grandparents’ actual home. Someone from down below on the ground beside the second piece of home property (the one I am climbing the roof of) yells to those on the roof, “Be careful as the roof is very WEAK!” At the outstretched yell of “WEAK!” my footing starts to slip. Others on the roof lose their footing too. The roof instantly starts to crumble and the roof is a solid steep triangle of bricks that must be fifteen to twenty feet in height. Every brick falls in slow motion as I do too. I’m not sure where I end up, and especially not inside the collapse. Though, I hear a voice that tells me over a hundred and fifty people died inside from the collapse. Gulp. -djg