I've been mulling over the idea of writing about a character that does parkour or free running. This is a brief drabble I wrote several nights ago that sort of follows that.
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Monkey Bars
He kept his eyes focused on the playground. Children were screaming as they chased and jumped around the structure. They were easy for him to ignore as his mind mulled over the equipment.
Kids saw bridges over a lava pit, or slides off a space ship. Parents barely glanced at the monkey bars and swings, seeing them for the exercise they provided. But he saw possibilities.
Between every pieces of jungle-gym was a path and what he could do from A to B. He was sure if he tried any stunts now, the children would be sure to attempt; the last thing he wanted was observer injury.
In the morning he could have the city noise as his soundtrack; yowling children and soccer moms need not be present.
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