It whispered in his ear. Just like a butterfly gently touching down on a flower petal. It floated just off the ground, its feet dangling toes dragging along the floor. Its voice was sweet and inviting, the darkness that surrounded it couldn’t be seen by anyone as they walked along the sidewalk. Let the darkness surround you, the water isn’t too far below. Wouldn’t it be easier there? It drew him in the euphoric love of its whisper. He stepped up onto the railing, he heard something scream a nasty, nasty sound compared to the sweet whisper. The whisper of death. He felt the hand try to grab the back of his shirt as gravity took him and he fell towards the water. The whisper stopped and the fear set in. What have I done? It hurt but only for a second than darkness, and the whispers returned.
Housed and Fed 