Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #236
Words: following, fall, sign, right, line, tight, drink, bridge, rose, flair, spell, spare
Walking across the bridge
at midnight, tight from drink,
he stops at the railing,
light of moon falling on face.
He feels like a conjurer
has put his life under
a bad spell. Hell, why
shouldn’t he jump? He has no
flair for life. He casts about
for a sign to spare him. Sees none.
Oh how he hates that line, we are down-
sizing. Every office worker knows
what follows. Despite the alcohol,
he has a hollow feeling in his gut.
No wife, no job, no savings. Then,
movement. He turns. Catches a glimpse
of a white dress further along. He heads
in that direction. Someone may need
help. Approaching the spot, he finds
one red rose lying on the ground.
He picks it up, and begins walking
across the bridge, watching
for the white dress.