Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Drabble #18

Lexia stood, staring at the water down below. She took off the high heeled stilettos she'd worn to the party and put them aside, her heels throbbing. This is Martyr's Bridge. The bridge that her brother jumped off to his own death. Why they named it something so morbid, Lexia never knew. Was it build especially for sacrifice? How terrible. She wandered to the edge, and found herself face to face with her own reflection in the water, thinking about how the water would feel engulfing her entire body and filling her lungs, taking her into eternal and complete oblivion...

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