This just came to me. I am not entirely sure about it figured I would post anyway.
Color smeared the sky like a child’s finger-painting.
The colors were reflected in the glass and concrete buildings around. He sighed and sat on the edge of the roof, legs dangling in empty air.
Four stories below, people walked or biked past. Some strolled and many ran as though they were in the middle of a marathon. Poor things. Why did they bother? Nothing was going to happen tonight. Dreams shattered and it didn’t matter how hard you tried. No one cared.
Too bad his building wasn’t taller. He raised his eyes to the too-pretty buildings around him. Like sitting in his micro car and being surrounded by a dozen trucks. He should stay away.
But he couldn’t help but think of ways to sneak to the top of one. Maybe the bridge would be easier.
Story Treasury 
Poor guy, I’ve had those feelings.
Me too. So depressing.
It has the leaps in logic that dreams do. Great opening line
Thanks Marc!
I loved that opening line too! Nice visual writing Sonia. ^_^
Thanks Helen!
This is good, Sonia, very good – the subtlety you used is what makes it so. Just enough, not too much and we understand. Beautiful.
[note: just a fix for “…as though they in the middle…” and bada bing bada boom…]
Fixed! Thanks Miss Alister!
Very nice.
Thanks Lilith!
I like the description in this.
Thanks Medeia!
I loved it, specifically the opening, well done, sweetie
Thanks Claudia!
Hurry, take the stairs!
Oh yes! That’s what he should do!
Great job of conveying hopelessness. Love this.
Glad it worked!
Really nice images.
Thanks Andrea!
Beautiful description. I hope somebody talks to him before he does something rash.
I think someone will!
That was really good, some great description. I couldn’t help thinking it would make a great intro/opener for an apocalyptic tale where the city is leveled shortly after. Says more about me than anything though lol.
LOL No, it could.
This gave me a kind of shiver, as though I had a premonition of something very bad that was on the way.
And to echo others, I too really like that first line. 🙂
Thanks Steve!
I love that opening line – it’s so vivid!
Thanks Icy!
Nice imagery, Sonia! I love how you used “dreams shattered” around glass buildings. Very vivid.
Thanks Sue! That was on purpose.
I figured! 🙂
Love this line: “Color smeared the sky like a child’s finger-painting.” Absolutely gorgeous.
Thanks Liz!
Wow, that packed a lot into a small amount of space! So sad to have such appreciation and ambition diverted to such a goal.
Yeah, poor guy. He sees no hope in the beauty around him.
“Dreams shattered and it didn’t matter how hard you tried.” This line really speaks to me. I’ve been there, too. On many occasions, actually. It doesn’t keep us from trying to reach higher, though. To that I say: Let him climb. Keep it up with whatever floats into your mind, Sonia. It’s usually the best stuff.
Aww thanks so much Stephen!
Great job. I love the description–very vivid.
Thanks a lot Stephanie!