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Excerpt 2 "The bridge" (A dark comedy)by R. Dale Johnson
“Well. I gotta’ get home.” He said and stepped away from the railing.
“Wait!” She called out.
“What.” He asked as he returned to the edge.
“I’m pregnant.”
“I didn’t hear you.” He lied.
“I said. I’m pregnant. I’m fifteen and if my mother finds out she will kill me or it will kill her.” She sounded irritated.
He leaned on the cold railing and lit another cigarette.He exhaled a stream of smoke and asked. “How long you been out there?”
“I don’t know. What time is it?” Her lips trembled.
“Must be about two thirty in the morning.” He guessed.
“I've been here for two hours.” She said. “Why did you ask that?”
“’Cause you’re not gonna’ jump. He declared. “You might pass out and fall or freeze to death but you won’t jump. You would have done it by now if you were serious.”
“Oh, I’m gonna' do it alright.” She said. “I’ve just got to think things out first.” She paused.
“It’s not easy when I know I’m going to Hell as soon as I hit the water.” She was sobbing again.
“What does that mean?” He asked.
“My religion. Suicide is an un-pardonable sin. I’ve got to get my nerve up again.”
He lit another cigarette. She stared at him and said. “You smoke to much. It’s not good for you.”
The dark man blew a cloud of smoke and answered. “Yeah, I know, but it keeps me from wanting to jump off bridges.”
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