It seemed my eyes narrowed down to slits. They hadn’t, but my goal 20 feet ahead was the only thing I saw.
« Mindy, get off the roof! » My brother’s voice snapped the world right back to full panorama.
« Shut up! I can make it! »
« History shows that you really can’t. »
With a grunt, I pushed him out of my mind. I could make it. I had been practicing. I ran, leapt and… landed in a roll on the shed’s roof.
My brother grumbled and headed in the house to do my chores.
This is a drabble for Monday’s prompt.