The day was dark. The clouds blocked the sun. William was weary. He’d been through too much trouble at work and at home. His wife was always nagging him. His boss was always badgering him to work faster. His life had become abysmal.
He decided to end all the misery by killing himself. He took an elevator to the top of a ten story building in his city determined to jump off it.
When he got to the top, he was a pretty woman his age standing on the ledge about to jump off. In a gentle voice, he said, “Don’t … don’t do it. You’re too pretty to die.”
“Join me,” she said. “Let’s die together. I feel like we have a connection.”
Strange as that sounded said by a stranger, William felt she was right. He climbed up on the ledge beside her and told her he loved her.
“On three,” she said. One … two … three! John jumped to his death on three. The woman chickened out. See John’s body a smashed dot ten stories down, she vowed she’d never be suicidal again.
But before she could get off the ledge, a gust of wind blew her off it and she screamed all the way down, as John’s vengeful spirit gleefully looked on.
Bob Boyd