‘You’re too close to the edge there.’
The guy’s voice makes her jump. If she’d sat closer to it…
‘You don’t want to fall off. Unless you do.’
‘Yeah, know how I can tell?’
She shakes her head.
‘You’re here. Only two types of people come up here. Those who think they want to die, and me. I’m the bloody janitor. Yet all I do is talk people down. If they paid me like a shrink, I wouldn’t complain. Now, will you come with me already?’
Story 8 of 31 or Story A Day