You know it’s over, don’t you?
Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?
Are you scared?
Petrified, but determined.
How will you live?
Not sure, but I will make my way.
I will miss you Amy.
I’ll miss you too, but I have to go.
Jason scooches to the edge of the scaffold. As he leaps, Amy feels peace. Upon his descent, his face shows terror and then resolve. Her demeanor never changes. The first responders look at her and know there is no reason to fear, she’s not going anywhere but home.
98 words/Genre: Hell, I don’t know, but damn sad.
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Criticisms and kudos are most welcome. Bring it on my loves, bring it on.