SKELETON STORY PART 1

I scrambled along the stone arcade cornice just as the tall courtyard lamp buzzed to life. Resting against the masonry seam was an abandoned green glass bottle neck, neatly broken into a fluted ring. I planted my foot bones firmly on the stone ledge, grabbed the smooth glass rim with both hands, and rolled it directly over a crack where the yellow beam spilled across the arcade. Snap! A vibrant halo of emerald light flared wide, washing across the carved pillar like a miniature victory beacon. I leaned down, completely hooked on the glowing ring.