I was far away, but I saw him fall. It was on News TV. He didn’t fall far, but far enough. They said he landed wrong. Maybe he didn’t fall. Maybe he jumped. But it looked like he fell, the way he seemed to float off the ledge, head first. They named him in the report, showed his photo. I leaned closer to the TV.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him fall. The first time was in a park, on a slide. He tripped on the last step. Fell eight feet. Twisted in the air. I caught him then.