The man in the Hi-Viz vest walks across the roof of the tower block. He stands at the edge. He’s had enough of the people who do not hear him when he speaks. Had enough of the work boots on his feet. He takes a final breath.
“It’s a long way down.”
He turns his head.
“Think of the mess.”
The small boy speaking is wearing a Hi-Viz vest, dungarees and work boots, unlaced.
“I have known you…”
“I’m you, many years ago.” The boy smiles.
Sam steps back and begins to cry.
“There is freedom in forgiveness, Sam.”
“It’s a long way down.”
He turns his head.
“Think of the mess.”
The small boy speaking is wearing a Hi-Viz vest, dungarees and work boots, unlaced.
“I have known you…”
“I’m you, many years ago.” The boy smiles.
Sam steps back and begins to cry.
“There is freedom in forgiveness, Sam.”
