Sharon stood on the ledge, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.\u00a0 Her chest heaved as she sucked in air between sobs.\u00a0 Her intent had been to jump, but she hadn\u2019t found the courage.\u00a0 As she had worked her way away from the window, she nearly lost her balance when she stepped on a loose brick.\u00a0 In that instance, she realized she didn\u2019t want to end it all.\u00a0 Unfortunately, going back inside seemed as scary as plunging over the edge, so she stood frozen in place, crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cSharon!\u201d a voice spoke from the window.\u00a0 It was Ron.\u00a0 Mr. Head Stuck Up His Butt Ron, the office Romeo.\u00a0 The sounds of the office Christmas party drifted past him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t save me, Prince Charming!\u00a0 I\u2019m busy!\u201d she shot in his direction.\u00a0 He was such a baboon, she thought.\u00a0 He thinks he\u2019s God\u2019s gift to women.\u00a0 She couldn\u2019t stand him; he was a wart on the face of humanity.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing out here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it look like?\u201d she said, sniffling now as her sobs subsided.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m taking a walk, Einstein!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this is about last night, I\u2019m sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou conceited prick!\u00a0 A girl contemplates suicide, and naturally you have think it has to be about you,\u201d she swore.\u00a0 \u201cBelieve me, you\u2019re not worth the trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell then, what is it?\u201d he asked, one foot now on the ledge.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy should you care?\u201d she dared to open one eye and shot a glance towards the window.<\/p>\n
He had both feet on the ledge now and was cautiously straightening up, his back pressed against the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wouldn\u2019t do that if I were you,\u201d she warned.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook, I know I wasn\u2019t very\u2026nice, last night.\u00a0 I\u2026I didn\u2019t mean to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, what did you mean to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean anything.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, a moment of honesty!\u201d she exclaimed.\u00a0 \u201cIs this a breakthrough?\u201d\u00a0 She scooted further down the length of the building, as he began to make his way toward her.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019d dance the jig on tombstones<\/strong>, you\u2019re so thoughtless,\u201d she added.<\/p>\n \u201cSharon, I\u2019m sorry!\u00a0 She didn\u2019t mean anything to me.\u00a0 I don\u2019t even know how it happened!\u201d\u00a0 he said as he moved closer.\u00a0 \u201cHer husband has been so bad to her.\u00a0 I\u00a0 felt sorry for her.\u00a0 I was trying to help.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh oh!\u00a0 Someone\u2019s\u2026\u201d she began, as he stepped on the loose brick.\u00a0 With a shout, he flailed his arms, and plummeted to the ground.\u00a0 \u201cFABULOUS!\u201d she finished.\u00a0 Having reached the next window, she slid it open and stepped through.\u00a0 Moments later, she joined the growing crowd on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is it?\u201d she asked innocently of Bill from Accounting who stood at the edge of the throng.<\/p>\n \u201cRon Strake, Sales.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, what a shame!\u201d she exclaimed.<\/p>\n \u201cNo kidding!\u00a0 He had so much going for him!\u00a0 Who could have seen it coming?\u201d Bill commented.<\/p>\n \u201cReally!\u201d she agreed.\u00a0 \u201cWho could have?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Sharon stood on the ledge, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.\u00a0 Her chest heaved as she sucked in air between sobs.\u00a0 Her intent had been to jump, but she hadn\u2019t found the courage.\u00a0 As she had worked her way away from the window, she nearly lost her balance when she stepped on a loose brick.\u00a0 In […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-microfiction","category-prompted-writing"],"yoast_head":"\n