Inspired by the music video Trippin', by Edwin
**********

"Poor guy," a woman mumbled to herself in sympathy. She
was the only woman in the group of five, which stood in a
loose circle. Her blue eyes were cast downwards in an almost
respectful manner, her full red lips were slightly parted and her
shoulder length blonde hair gently floated around her soft face.

The man who stood across from her gave a small grunt. "Does
anyone know who he is?" He appeared to be in his late fifties,
his face obviously aged with time; he was clean-shaven, but the
thin hair on his head was all gray. He glanced up for a second,
waiting for a response.

Another man to his left shrugged, "he was a new guy, I think."
Mid twenties, short black hair, brown eyes and a very strong
face.

"Didn't the new guy last week jump too?" The man across
from the young man asked quietly.

No one answered.

The entire group was dressed in black. All the men wore black
business suits, the young man wore a black trench coat over his
suit. The woman wore a black mini skirt, with a black coat
over her white blouse.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" The woman spoke up again,
sympathy still in her voice.

The young man quickly cut in. "What are they going to do?
Black bag him and put him in the city morgue like they did
with the last one?"

"Well, we can't just do nothing."

The old man grunted again and they all stood there in silence
gazing down at the dead body which laid in the center of their
small circle.

The body of the man was completely limp, his head rolled to
the left slightly, with fresh blood trickling out of both ears
forming small pools of blood on either side of his head. He
was dressed exactly the same as the other four men standing
around him. His vacant green eyes were staring blindly
towards the gray sky. The slight breeze that surrounded him
kept only his short brown hair moving.

As if on command by his dead eyes, it started to rain. Slowly at
first, but steadily. The woman glanced up quickly at the other
four men, then darted off towards shelter from the rain. The
old man was next to follow, running for his car. Then the
young man and the man across from him soon followed. Only
one person remained; the man who was standing to the left of
the woman, he hadn't said anything and still he said nothing,
keeping his eyes cast down at the dead man before him. He
stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders as
the rain started to fall harder causing the pools of blood to turn
into small red rivers running down the street.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others