Climber -5minutefreewrite

For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-728-5-minute-freewrite-friday-prompt-climber

Climber, social climber. Belmont is a social climber, and grapes are an arbor climber. Mountain climbers climb mountains and soup climbers climb soups.

Not interested yet. Paper. Let’s talk Macbeth, shall we? Only I say things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan was pitied by MacBeth.

Humm…

After he was dead.

And the right valiant Banquo walked to late. Whom, you may say, if it please you, Fleance killed for Fleance fled.

Now there’s a social climber, amirite? Nah, Fleance wasn’t. He had a good dad. It was the lack of a son for Macbeth that made him bad. Or daughter. Lack of a child. He couldn’t be a good dad, so he had to be a good king, but to become the king, good or bad, he had to kill the old king, good or bad. And pin it on the old king’s son. Because otherwise Malcolm or Donalbain would become king. Oh, poor Macbeth.

It’s been 18 months. Isn’t that weird to think about? 18 months ago, I didn’t have even the slightest notion that my dad was mortal. Nor Stina’s. Now they’re both dead. It tinges all the memories, knowing that the person I had these memories with was alive, but would soon be dead. It’s just baffling. He expected to live 20 more years. 20 years ago I was just off to my senior year of high school. That’s a lifetime ago. He was supposed to live a whole nother lifetime.

Lochlan was supposed to get to know him.