The wind howled in the man's ears
His long black hair streaming in the gale behind his head
His emotionless face was facing his lap and his shoulders curled forward as he slumped.
His hands hanging over his knees hanging over the cold metal edge of the rusting brown bridge
His eyes were focused on the gap between his legs where the river flowed beneath
Dozens of meters beneath
A fall from this height would be lethal…
'That's the point',
The man thought
And he kept thinking
About the meaninglessness of life
Of his life especially
No kids, no wife, no worthwhile friends
He had family but not any that meant anything to him
He wasn't sad. Just exhausted
Who wouldn't be? Getting up everyday to go work. Waiting and postponing dreams that are all too possible yet never seem to be the right time.
Or worse
The opportunity arrives only to find that he himself was all too lacking
He wasn't envious of those who had found their place in the world and were something more meaningful than happy
He was far too tired for that
He simply wondered if his life would've had more purpose if he had what he seemed to lack. What others had
He also considered the possibility that he was being weak. He had two working legs, two working arms, could see and hear. He ate almost everyday and if he didn't, he could have…
What more could you ask for?
Silence reigned in his mind
He slowly stood up on the edge and stared at the rushing water below
Illuminated by the bright light of the full moon the water held two faces
One of the endlessly dark night sky
The other a radiant white light standing out amongst the darkness
He wasn't steeling himself
He didn't have to
He was just observing
His left foot rose and floated over the edge
Did he have anything left to say?
To think? …
He leaned forward and fell
After a moment of weightlessness his lips curled upward slightly
Which was really downward considering the way he was falling
A crunch was heard before a splash
A few seconds later his body rose from the depths of the river
As the body floated peacefully on the surface of the frigid current a second splat was heard
On the forehead of the man's corpse a white brown and black chunky substance flowed silently. Dripping off his eyebrow.
Overhead an eagle cawed. Flying off into the clouds