based on a true story
There was a piece of paper in Sweet Bea’s coat pocket when she put her hands in there to keep them warm. Micah’s hand was in her other pocket, three year old fingers tight and hot against hers. There was a streetlamp halfway across the bridge and she stopped there and pulled it out. It was a note. This is what it said:
I could have taken your wallet, too. XO.
She crumpled it into a ball and tossed it over the railing. It bounced off the roof of a Geo Metro whizzing by underneath. “Are we there?” said Micah, sleepily.
Almost, said Sweet Bea. Pretty soon.
“Oh, good,” said Micah.
Here, said Sweet Bea. Climb up here, sweetie. She lifted him up and balanced him. He put his hands on the railing and stared fearlessly over at the cars below.
“It looks like a river,” he said. “A river of Christmas lights.”
Yes, said Sweet Bea, and pushed him over the edge. A minute later she went tumbling after.