Every week Rochelle issues a new challenge by giving us a photo and asking us to create something from it using around about 100 words.
It has been well over a year since I have taken part, but I wanted to get back in it. I managed to edit this from 133 words down to 100.
The photo comes from my good friend Ceayr.
He glanced around, making sure no one saw him as he hopped the gate and onto the grounds of the big house. Light illuminated one room on the corner of the building, but he had no intentions of going near that one.
Using his parkour skills, he scrambled up the wall and pulled himself onto the roof. Creeping to the wall, he listened near the window before using his knife to release the catch. He raised the glass and slid inside. As his foot hit the floor and felt a *click*, he knew this was his final job. And breath.