Those of us participating in the A-Z Challenge get a day off today, so as a change from writing one children’s story after another, I decided to do something completely different. As they say, a change is as good a rest!
She was never one to drink much, so when she left the bar late that night I thought perhaps I should follow her. But instead, I stood and watched as she walked towards the bridge. I knew what she was about to do but I felt this was one decision she should make for herself. I didn’t try to stop her. After all, her life had been one spell of misery after another; endless years of being told what and what not to do and I wasn’t going to add to it.
They never found her. They assumed she was swept down river and into the ocean.
At least, that’s what I tell people. Want the truth?
On that life-changing night, she did stand on the bridge. She waited until a bus approached so there’d be witnesses, then she jumped. I sat below in a dinghy as close as I could to where she’d fall into the fast flowing water.
I’m not telling you where she is now. After all, she was supposed to have taken her life. Suffice to say, she’s had a new start far away with a new identity.
But you didn’t hear it from me. Okay?
Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction and C E Ayr for the picture.