PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Marler Morrill
‘Can you climb?’ says Rami, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
Clarrie stares up the drainpipe, at him, at the soft brown curls that cluster around his temples. ‘I can climb,’ she says, tying her jacket round her waist.
At the top, she smiles, breathless.
He reaches to pull her onto the balcony. ‘We must be quiet,’ he whispers.
He smells of hibiscus tea and cigarettes, hands warm but dry, dark against her pale arms.
‘I’ll be deported if we’re caught,’ she says. Not a complaint, just a fact.
His fingers stroke her cheek. ‘They have to catch us first.’
*From Act Two, Scene Two (The Balcony Scene) Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.