Looking back, I think I had it all. A high-rise plate glass sanctuary kept the world away. My two-seat roadster zoomed past life. Losing my job means missed opportunities: no wife, kids, or company of my own. The future is coming so quickly.  But I’m only twenty-seven.  Maybe I shouldn’t have jumped.

52Words52Weeks

52 word stories over the course of 52 weeks

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