“Have you ever thought about killing yourself?” Barry hung his head over the railing so that his shaggy, blond hair fell over his face.
Carla spread her arms, twirled in a circle. “We have waterfalls in front of us.” She pointed to the thin ribbon of foam cascading down the side of the mountain. “Waterfalls below us.” She dropped to her knees, lay flat on her stomach, pressed her ears onto the wood planks to listen to the thundering rush of falling water below. “If anyone’s thinking of jumping, it’s because they hope to fly over and see more of this beautiful paradise.”
“I prefer the ugliness of life. Broken bodies, brains splattered all over rocks.”
“I never took you for suicidal.” Carla leaned backwards over the railing to become level with his eyes.
“I’m not.” He shoved his palm into her chest, her feet kicking the air as she disappeared under the bridge.
He listened for a splash, the cracking of bones. He only felt a gust of wind as thick wings flapped overhead.
word count: 175
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