She stands trembling on a
rickety bridge above water and traffic.
Her mother and father are there.
A cop is there too. There’s
silence, except for the distant sounds of cars whizzing by from the right,
and rapids on the left.
“Make your decision!”
demands the cop.
The girl looks over at her parents
for comfort. But they’re like
zombies. No sign of concern. Do they realize the decision she has to
make?
“I don’t have all day!”
The bridge seems to be
high in the sky. There’s no end to
it. It’s just there. The girl doesn’t know why it’s there. She doesn’t know why she’s there. This decision seems only obvious. Why is
it so hard?
“Hurry up you little
bitch!”
She slowly walks over to
the side of the bridge where the highway is.
It looks like an uninviting blur of lights. She leans over for a better view, but backs up nervously. She walks over to the other side, where
the water is. She stays at this side
for a while, watching the water, wishing she was at the shore.
“You’re taking too
long! Damn-it! Jump now!”
The cop is angry now. Her
parents are crying. She’s
crying. Taking a breath, she leaps
off the bridge. Her body slams into
the frigid water. She struggles as
she swims to shore. She finally
reaches the wet sand, lies down, sighs and closes her eyes. Suddenly, she wakes up. It’s over. It won’t happen again.
She’s safe now.
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