You know there's a chance of being reborn after you jump, but you hope it will not be as a secretary. You didn't wake up with some preconceived notion to jump today.

There is that matter of that 12-foot wall surrounding the rooftop. A CYA city code? A jumper retaining wall?

It's those phones. Their constant ringing grinds into your skull. Take this message, look this up, write this down. A bite here, a nibble there. A lobotomy would be a pleasant change of pace. Your flight from those phones led you to this rooftop at lunchtime, led you to this ladder left by some maintenance man.

[Contine story]


Archive: 11/95