By Kay Northbridge
Hold on.
Climb over.
Railings freeze my fingers. Doesn’t matter. Choppy water. High up. High wind. Might push me off course, of course, it’s coarse. Distracted like always. At least I’m not thinking of him. Now I am. Will stop in a few wet minutes—stop everything. Stop. Slippery footing. Don’t fall. Actually, does it matter if I slip or jump? End result’s the same. Water’s deep. Fast too. Does the fall really kill you?
I’ll count til I can’t.
Lean. Lean. Jump.
One—point toes.
Two—quick breath.
Three—scream.
Fo—splash!
Cold. Cold. Shock. Breathe. Can’t breathe.
Let go.
LOVE this one, Kay. So very raw. Excellent work.
Thank you so much Robert.
Raw – I could see the scene and felt like I was living it too. Read it three times!
Thank you for reading and leaving your thoughts. I’m glad the emotion comes through.
The title said it all… wonderfully done!
Thank you for reading Jo, and for taking the time to comment. I’m glad you liked it.
Could feel the shock of the cold water at the end. Moving and sad. Well done.
Thank you Sharon. Yes – a sad tale indeed.