I saw him standing on the Ward's Island Bridge and had to resist the urge to just stop and watch. I thought he might jump. So I climbed the ladder to the crosswalk and started walking toward him. It felt impulsive and slow at the same time -- maybe it was just the heat that day, like there was a suddenness, but it was on a seven second delay. I was sweating by the time I came near. I shouted something, some sort of nonsense; it could have been anything.
Booth: Vol. 5
, Article 3.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol5/iss6/3