He was afraid of heights, but Mrs. Grady had arthritic knees and couldn’t climb the apple tree.
The roof was harder. She hadn’t replaced the roof tiles in 40 years.
How had it gotten up the utility pole? The cat perched - smugly, he thought - on the cross beam. He should have said no, but he didn’t.
But as he climbed, the top of the pole seemed to get higher. Too far gone to stop. He was in the clouds. Mist clung to his shirt, and the damned cat came dancing over the power lines and said, “The galaxy needs you.”
Inspired by Day 10 of AWC's June Story Seeds: Write about a character who helps an elderly neighbor with a task.