Taper

Sometimes things are sad. 😦

Misty bridge

Taper

Her breath releases, pushing white mist into the air. Vision blurs. Freezing air clings to her skin. The weight inside is too much.

Words. So many words collide in her brain. Voices. Stupid words that make no difference.

Her toes curl around the edge of the railing. Her body trembles with the effort of balancing.

Not much longer.

Another breath. Mist. Voices.

Let go. Fall. Cold wet darkness.

Life tapers out.


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