It seemed impossible that she could balance on the bridge railing, yet there she stood, motionless. The wind cut through me and I shuddered as I imagined standing perched a hundred feet over the cold green water that swirled below. I ran toward her, hoping to stop her before she jumped.
I could not see her face, but there was something familiar about her. I ran faster. A gust of wind caught me and I saw that her dress and long hair hung straight down, unmoving. She turned to me as she stepped off and I gasped when I recognized my sister Stephanie, already dead two years. She hovered an instant, one foot still on the railing and I had the insane thought that she could take it back, but then she fell. I ran to the railing and looked down. She fell slowly, unnaturally, as if sinking through the air, and stared into my eyes as she drifted away. I cried her name, the railing digging into my waist as I leaned out, reaching. As I began to fall, her image faded. By the time I had dropped past where she had been, she was gone.
When I came across a short piece by Emmie Mears, I was reminded of an ultra-short story I wrote years ago in a writing group. We had played a game of writing a story that was less than 200 words. Though that was before I had ever heard of the term flash fiction, I think my little story would qualify.
Deception Pass Bridge is an actual bridge in Washington state. It connects Whidbey and Fidalgo Islands and is spectacular.