…for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt.
My first draft was boringly long, so here is an abridged version (pun intended!)
Look, someone’s left some roses. She loved roses.
She was never one to drink much, so when she left the bar late that night I thought perhaps I should follow her to make sure she was safe. But instead, I stood and watched as she walked towards the bridge.
I somehow knew what she was about to do and 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.
They never found her. They assumed she was swept downriver and into the ocean.
Okay, that was the official line. Want the truth?
On that life-changing night, she did indeed stand on the bridge. She climbed onto the railing as a bus approached, filled with witnesses. Then she jumped.
I was waiting below in a little boat positioned as close as I could to where she would fall into the fast-flowing river.
I’m not going to tell you where she is now. After all, she was supposed to have taken her own life. Suffice it to say, she has a new life and a new identity.
But you didn’t hear it from me.
Image Credit; Mohamed Almari @ Pexels