
Thomas had reached the very pinnacle of the West City Bridge . His tears seemed to freeze before they had barely rolled out of his tear ducts. It must be a wind chill factor of less than zero, Thomas thought. He had climbed to the top of a rail about six feet from the outer walkway for pedestrians. There was no one on this bridge but him tonight. Thomas looked down into the frozen ice floes below. Jumping from this distance into that frozen water would be instant death. Thomas had been a failure at everything that life has to offer. From romance, to marriage to education and to family, all his endeavors had ended in complete, utter failure. Maybe leaving this earth will be the one good act he could bestow upon all those who loved and cared about him, Thomas pondered as he continued to look at the ice below. All my life, I’ve only cared about my wants, my needs and whatever suited my fancy, Thomas berated himself. “I never thought of others!,” he cried out into the ice covered bridge. So to mask his failures, Thomas dived into the drug culture of Las Vegas, his hometown. That provided him with a ticket to prison in Nevada. But, even drugs got to the point it didn’t help his mood, his outlook on life in general. Thomas stepped closer to letting go and just ending this miserable, sorry ass life he had been brought into without his consent. Enough of this punishing myself, Thomas decided. It’s time to meet my destiny and to see what the next world, if any, has to offer. As he leaned forward to let go in the darkness of the West City Bridge, the white Pigeon, with the blood spatter on it’s wing appeared miraculously before him…and sat on a steel girder watching him.
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