What a Drag

It had come to this. I wasn't going to be a hero to myself; others maybe. I've been living a miserable existence and I knew there was one way to make it better.

As I walked the night, the mist became alive beneath the dancing glow of the yellow street lights. Cars rumbled past splashing the dirty gutter water onto the sidewalk. My feet were soaked but it didn't matter. In the distance the cables of the suspension bridge began to emerge through the gloom. My destination! Feelings of being pushed-out will soon be gone.

I looked up at the church clock as it struck the quarter hour; 315A.M. Not long to dawn when I usually fumbled around for calmness. No more. I had reached the end.

As I stood on the bridge the icy water rushed beneath me. The cold was of no consequence only that it added to my depression. I reached into my pocket for my cigarettes and lighter and thought of having one final puff. I caressed them in my right hand and leaning back I hurled them with a mighty force over the side and with a splash that marked the sound of finality, I quit smoking.