Narrative

One evening as I tidied up for the night, I came across the missing bolt cutters.

Maxine had almost gone frantic searching for these loppers earlier in the day. I assumed that I’d find them in the catch-all room, but I did not feel at liberty to explore the premises on my own. I happened to move a box, and voila.

I asked Maxine if she'd like me to gear up and chop the lock at the top of the ladder. She exclaimed something in British that I took to mean "yes." I grabbed my head light and some climbing gear, tied the loppers to my belt, and climbed the ladder to the roof hatch.













 With a quick click, I accomplished my mission. I offered my head torch to Maxine as I headed to my car. I knew that the entrepreneurial manager of StoneFire Studios would not keep her feet on the ground.