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Just a figure on a bridge knees hunched, hands on head. Within the haze above the road he seemed to be floating, and as the railings came into focus they caged him like a gibbet. Even from a distance I could gauge his desperation undulating like the heat waves in which he was suspended. As I approached, then passed beneath I could see the angst on his face. I continued to watch, his back as taut as a rock climber's in my rear view. As his confines faded, for a moment I thought he would drop. Don't jump I whispered, as he became a dark speck against the sky blue. |