Creeping up long steep stairs, this is what mountain climbing must feel like.  Heart pumping, little brother behind, sort of sliding on the walls away from the railing.  Hey you’re gonna get dirty!  My whisper/shout echoes.  If I didn’t really need to find out, I wouldn’t go.  I clap my lips shut, and keep moving; he’ll wash up when we get home I guess.  I know I’m gonna get blamed for his jacket.  Joey points to a water bug kinda stuck on the railing but still moving.  Guess we’ll both be filthy.  Anyway forth floor, two floors to go.

Continue reading: Knock #Writephoto