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[aid] => mick
[title] => to jump, or not to jump?
[time] => 2011-06-06 15:00:35
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[bodytext] => A boring old office, beautiful clear blue day lady at the window, looking out, it's her way half talking on the phone as well as half looking a boy stands on the bus station roof, surely it's nothing without and within himself, contemplating his fate 10th floor unavoidable view, so she waits somehow she stops talking, jaw drops, her heart sinks “sorry, got to go!”, so quickly she thinks she googles the number of the local police station excitement and fear with a hint of elation the world carries on, nobody shares her fear meanwhile, he advances until the edge is near he looks so depressed, staring over the balcony he lifts one leg over, dangling his foot by the knee leaning forward, elbow bent, chin resting on palm right now she's so sure that he means himself harm below him, a bus trembles, engine is humming soon departing, toward a girl with pram is running lady calls the number with a loud shaky voice the hum drum in the office stops, as if by choice all who can, congregate toward the windows knowing to witness is surely a sin, though they can't help it, soon the theories are started “that boy is a jumper, he looks broken hearted” “isn't it a shame!”, “oh, shut up and jump!” “I don't blame him, this town is a dump” He pulls his leg back over, and straightens his arms resting on the balcony, looking down, no alarm he takes a step back, looking round sensing eyes looking down from the offices, what a surprise! The police van approaches, no siren, no speed quietly, doors open anonymously they leave dying to run, but deliberately walking pathetically hiding their intentions of stalking meanwhile an attendant from the car park approaches slowly, so slowly, office is on its haunches attempted conversation, disregarded by action leg put back over, an instant reaction the bus, it departs, a guard stops all from approaching obviously rehearsed, both with practise and coaching a policeman approaches the boy with hands in his pocket badly hidden hard breathing, climbed the stairs like a rocket there is no eye contact, partner comes from the side advancing so slowly from near and from wide a girl in the office confident its just blues “he ain't gonna jump! he's still wearing his shoes” a policewoman told her who was in the know that jumpers take off their shoes before they go but that doesn't stop all the office from viewing Jane is so nervous, frantically gum chewing the boy snaps out of it, crunch time, what's his decision? Whatever it Is, it is met with derision for the crowd is a creature of darkening karma an evil intent, slowly thrives on the drama this poor boy's fate seen by all in this place the highs and the lows of this great human race. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 64 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => Edited per request in Site Help ~ Moderator_18 Aug 16, 2011 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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