Overpass

“You sure you want to jump?”

William glanced at Judy from the corner of one bloodshot eye.

  “Dammit, told you twice now that I’m gonna do it.” William’s tongue darted out, then he pressed his lips into a tight, flat line.

“Okay,” Judy sighed, “your funeral.”

“Damn straight,” he said. With one last regretful glance - at the horizon, at the sum total of his life that came rushing towards him - he stepped off the overpass into the rushing traffic below.