Inspired both by the view of Edinburgh castle from the second-storey window of a Princes Street Starbucks. Totally unbeta'd and totally not under ownership of me. Well... words are, characters aren't. The usual deal, really.
ix. castle
From the top of the castle, the street and its people are no bigger than a fingernail. A cool August breeze in her hair, Stella holds the railing tight, leaning as far forward as she dares. Mac is behind her, as he always is, one hand on her back: a comforting presence. Her laughter brings a smile to his face, a jaw-aching grin she hasn't seen for quite some time.
A child's cries jolt her back to reality. She's been staring at the same photograph for a while, the detail is beginning to blur. Stella moves on with a sigh.
