She stood on the edge staring down at the water below. The river moving with the sound of a train. She could see it slam against the concrete supports sending geysers into the air. It was hypnotizing, the sound and movement. She felt the power below her, felt the wind made by the water push up against her legs. She teetered there, waiting for the courage to do it.
She wished it to come. She yearned for it as she moved her leg closer…closer…she had the courage. She had found it. She let her legs step off the edge and dropped on to the bridge. She turned back to the ledge.
“Not today fucker, not today.”
She pulled her coat tight around her and walked away.