He walked to the centre of the bridge, hoisted himself up onto the parapet and sat with his legs dangling over the edge.
It was further than he’d remembered. He wondered how long it would take to fall.
He surveyed the willows dipping down to the water. He wouldn’t be coming back here again, that was for sure.
The young woman came running towards him.
“Wait!” she shouted, “Wait!”
She joined him on the ledge.
“Here,” she said. “These look promising. You choose.”
He smiled, and took a knobbly stick from her fist.
“Ready?” he said. “One! Two! Three! Go...”
It was further than he’d remembered. He wondered how long it would take to fall.
He surveyed the willows dipping down to the water. He wouldn’t be coming back here again, that was for sure.
The young woman came running towards him.
“Wait!” she shouted, “Wait!”
She joined him on the ledge.
“Here,” she said. “These look promising. You choose.”
He smiled, and took a knobbly stick from her fist.
“Ready?” he said. “One! Two! Three! Go...”
Photo: David Brooker
