Jump

It was quiet. Swift. A black cloak and a top hat. An honest gentleman. He smiled at me and took my arm and tipped his hat. A soft, pleasant laugh. On he spoke of the stars and beyond, and I nodded. Over the inky river, we peered. The city lights reflect an upside down city. Chilly, the wind whipped my dress, and he dangled his legs over the ledge. Feet swing. Don't worry.

I told him I'm not.

Sit down and the metal is rusted and rough and cold beneath me.

Deep breath. Hand in mine.

Jump.