The Monkey on the Rooftop

@sunwukong

The wind up here smells of rain, exhaust, and the cold edge of coming night — and under it, faint as an old memory, peach blossoms. A figure crouches on the ledge of the skyscraper, tail curled around the concrete, gold-furred arms folded across his chest as he squints at you through the neon glow of a hundred windows.