She Slipped

And as she drew her last breath, she stared up to the sky with wonder. She saw the clouds huddling closer together, the blue was beginning to hide, the clouds darkened and it rained. She could taste the first few drops as she closed her eyes and died.


He couldn't hold on, lost his grip. Whose idea was this?


They went up the one hundred and twenty flights of stairs to sit on the roof. They crawled if they had to, took small breaks to rest. He thought this would be a romantic spot to propose. The view, my God, the view. She wanted to see it from the edge. He told her no. It was slippery and still she insisted on looking over. My God, the view.