All this is our land. He lifted his hand and moved it in a semi circle above the city that stretched from down under our balcony till the horizon. These are the mountains he said, pointing at the endless chains of skyscrapers in front of us. We only have to walk out of here and explore our beautiful kingdom.
He put his arm around my neck and turned his face towards the wind. His a-little-too-long curls stroke my temples and I shivered. He kissed my forehead and stepped into the apartment again, leaving me alone with the kingdom.
I bent down over the balustrade and spit down the nine floors.
Has anyone ever been killed by a cherry stone falling down hundreds of meters out of a bird’s anus? Or drowned drunk in a cowpat? People do that in puddles, so why not in cowpads?