I look around me shaken had I really survived a fall from a building so high up? I look around and spot a crowd. Where are the news crews? I'll see them soon after all I have survived a fall from twenty storeys and when I look at myself not a scratch is present. No broken bones at all. I feel euphoric. I was on track for promotion and with the right lawyer I could make him pay.After all the company was responsible for my suffering too.They would pay for what I lived through.Then I look around the crowd is getting bigger and they are staring at the ground not me where I stand. What's wrong with them? Did someone else get pushed from that ledge? Had I grasped the man who pushed me hand too tightly and pulled him with me? Now that would be justice, he tried to kill me after all.
The day had started out so well a new job, a promotion. I thought that Billy was leaving his wife for me. He said he said something to tell me to meet him on the roof after work. I like the fool I am,I had done just that. When I reached the roof Billy told me that it was over. That I would never marry him. He wanted me to leave the firm; in fact the promotion I had gotten this morning had been rescinded. Tomorrow I would be let go all because he wanted it.
I threatened him with the employment standards board and he laughed at me. I told him I would sue him for wrongful termination and sexual harassment.He laughed again and then he grew angry. I ranted that I would also make everything clear to both the partners and his wife. Next thing I knew he was shaking me and throwing me from the roof. But I had had the last laugh I survived. I was alive and maybe just maybe he was the one dead on the pavement that they were all staring at .
I inched towards the crowd pushing my way through. I stare down and see something that can't be. I have no job no hope no salvation. It’s truly over. There is no hustle no bustle. No track to get back on. No lover to leave his wife. I had my time in the sun the corporate world at my feet. The hurt that I felt at his cruelty was a memory, time had passed and left me behind while I stood there staring.
The light beckons its hand outstretched to me and I realize I am a spectre no more of this world. I am the one lying dead there on the pavement. I stare intently as I recognize my battered self. Come says the voice in the light beckoning once more. I look back once more at what was my life and then I step into my new reality in the light and am known no more.
Author: © Sheilagh Lee
All rights reserved December 11, 2010
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