“Here’s where you punch in and out,” said Bob, “and you’ll be up in the rig until your shift ends, so take your lunch up with you.”
Ned punched his card and followed the foreman to the building site, hesitating at the sight of the crane towering above the high-rise.
Freak accident, they said, could never happen again.
“You’re not afraid of heights are you?” asked Bob.
“No, nothing like that,” Ned croaked as he began to climb the scaffolding to the operator’s cab.
Moments after he strapped himself into the seat, Ned heard the growl and watched, frozen in horror, as the claw bared its metal teeth and lurched at his cab.
Joining the crew over at Ivy Walker‘s blog for Six Sentence Stories. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in just six sentences. Click on the link right here to read some great stories and link up to share your own!
Our dear hostess will be passing the torch beginning with next week’s prompt. Thanks to her for hosting this long while and for the many inspirations she has provided me.
This week’s cue is CRANE.