Flash Fiction Challenge Fail

So, this week's challenge didn't go well. Excuses?

1. I got sick;
2. I got distracted by my current work-in-progress, DarkFantasyNovel1A;
3. I got sick...

What did I get done? Well, since you insist... here's what an unfinished flash fiction story looks like:

Unfinished Result:

The man was hanging on the window outside her office. There was no ledge or sill, just a two millimetre strip of rubber, holding in the glass. The window itself was six floors up. Rachel had watched him scale the building, a feat he had achieved by bouncing between her office block and the one opposite, light as a feather, but too solid to be shifted by the breeze.

When he’d seen her sitting at her desk, he’d come to a complete stop and his face had lit with beatific smile. He started to speak, realized she couldn’t hear him through the glass, and vanished upwards, like a human spider clothed in a loose-fitting tunic and baggy cotton pants. Rachel didn’t expect to seesomething like this in Australia—New York, maybe, but not downtown Canberra, even if they did have that weird-ass wire sculpture of a man climbing up the side of a building near the bus mall.

Rachel hated that sculpture. She was sure one day it would come alive, flesh itself out in wiry hoops or armored scales and wreak havoc on anyone in reach. One day… In the meantime, she was determined to enjoy the quiet life.

Looked like her quiet life was about to be shattered, because the other thing she’d noticed was that the stranger was armed. Two swords had been held firmly to his waist by a dark blue sash, their dragon-hide scabbards angled so as not to hinder his ability to climb. Dragon-hide meant trouble. Last she knew, dragons of that particular skin had aligned themselves with demons. Neither would take to those skins being worn in such public display.

Rachel sighed and concentrated on typing the rest of the email.

…

Rachel smiled, wiping blood from the edge of her mouth and dabbing it from the corner of her eye.

...

"You don't need to make all the sacrifices."/"You're not the only one who knows what sacrifice means."/"There are some things you should never give up."/"You're not the only one who knows what sacrifice means."

Notes:

• The story starts at the beginning.
• The last couple of lines belong towards the end of the story, probably in the last paragraph.
• The three dots means I'm thinking something more needs to be said between the paragraphs. In the case of the first set of three dots above, a lot more needs to be said ... the main bulk of the story, in fact. In the case of the second set of dots, I'm not so sure.
• I couldn't get the last sentence 'right'. The forward slashes indicate the options I was considering and hadn't settled on. Just goes to show you should write down that sentence when it pops into your head while you're researching.