practice #1. literally sediment. (fiction)

a couple of weeks ago, I saw a guy die while I was going to the grocery store.

so you know that Vons down by Murphy canyon? I go there because it's a 5 min drive from home. if you are not familiar with the area, it sits at the bottom of a cliff. At the top off the hill, is a building where I used to work. that company doesn't exist anymore, but that's where the guy was standing.

I was driving down towards the entrance of the store. the drive starts at the top of the cliff, and you must make your way down the incline. then you curve down in a way that you end up facing the mouth of the cliff. as soon as you make that last left turn, you could clearly see him at the top of the valley.

at first glance, he looked like wanted to be there. he was dressed like any other yuppie outside of his employment. he could've been on his lunch break for all I know. he wasn't doing anything extra ordinary, probably just another day for him.

within the 30 seconds that it takes to make that turn, in silence, I saw him, he looked down, he sat his things down. then he jumped.

I don't think he wanted to jump to end his life. but he looked like he jumped with purpuse. like there was a million dollars at the bottom. within 5 seconds, his body hit the ground. you can expect what happened after.

I don't think as much of the event as I probably should. but every couple of weeks, I think and ponder for a second what he must have jumped towards?

maybe one day I'll see it too.