The wind howled that late autumn evening, and her wispy red hair plastered to her tear-streaked and freckle-dotted face. She stood atop her work building, soft green trench coat flowing over her youthful petite frame, and from here she could see everything in the city. Every light, every car amidst long lines of traffic, and even her flat. It was exhilarating, but she wasn’t here for the view. She looked around, and seeing no other signs of life nearby, turned around to face the edge. She sighed, and her gaze traveled downward to the traffic – at least three hundred feet below. How small they seemed to her in that moment, like ant
The wind howled that late autumn evening, and her wispy red hair plastered to her tear-streaked and freckle-dotted face. She stood atop her work building, soft green trench coat flowing over her youthful petite frame, and from here she could see everything in the city. Every light, every car amidst long lines of traffic, and even her flat. It was exhilarating, but she wasn’t here for the view. She looked around, and seeing no other signs of life nearby, turned around to face the edge. She sighed, and her gaze traveled downward to the traffic – at least three hundred feet below. How small they seemed to her in that moment, like ant