One woman, two sides of a sign, and a creaky ladder didn’t make too good of a combination. Marley had delegated to be the one to put up the Fourth of July decorations for the contest, but there was no way they were going to win if she couldn’t get the damn sign straight. She tried to take a step back, but the ladder creaked under her weight, toppling slightly, and she’d just barely caught herself from spilling out onto the concrete. She let out a breathless laugh upon catching the eye of a passerby, offering them a bright grin that didn’t match the near-death moment they had come close to witnessing. “That was a close one.” She informed, slowly straightening herself up. “...tell me, that look crooked to you?” A hand (carefully) released from her grip on the ladder to gesture to the sign up above.











