Black leather boots percussed the rooftop cement in quick succession. Just one pair. The laces of those boots flexed uncomfortably against on the calves of the sun browned boy as he pushed across the scraper. His lashes pressed to his cheeks, eyes tight shut, he neared the building's end. His heels didn't touch the ground, toes pounding only. They found the foot-tall ledge without pause. He leapt.
Wind changed it's natural horizontal course to exclaim at him, gusting vertically past his ears. That boy sucked it in and blew back. And he, beyond all rational explanation, flew.
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