Up the Ladder

Photo by Anaya Katlego

“Son, pass me the screwdriver,” from the top of the ladder, Billy’s dad reached his hand back expectantly.

What a funny thing to ask for, Billy thought to himself. He walked away and went into the kitchen.

Billy didn’t have to think too hard about it. A screwdriver was simple. He grabbed ice, the orange juice from the refrigerator, and vodka from his father’s liquor cabinet. Billy freehanded the whole thing, a…