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    “Natasha,” she says. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her—her hair a muted copper, an umbrella clutched in one hand and the other tucked into the pocket of her leather jacket. She stands on the edge like it’s a park bench rather than a drop that would leave you with more broken bones than years you’ve lived.

    You wait for her to ask for your name—it doesn’t come. Neither does a, “What’s wrong?” or “Come down from there.”

    “Cold tonight,” she continues, as if you had spoken. “My knees haven’t ached this bad since ’09. You’ve been up here a while.”

    The words sting; you wonder how she knows. The truth is blunt, painful, aching like the bruises on your ribs. You can only imagine how you must look, soaked to the bone, looking all the part of a drowned rat. Filthy, your mother had muttered last week. I don’t know what to do with you anymore.

    Finally, somehow, you find your voice. “You should go.”

    Natasha tilts her head. “Probably,” she agrees, before tipping the umbrella towards you.

    On the eve of your death, someone joins you as you stand on the ledge.

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    24 Feb 2025