January 13th, 2014 5:37 P.M.
Bethany Paige Johnson inhaled the crisp November air that whipped her auburn hair into her eyes. The only thoughts that register her mind is that it's freezing; twenty-seven degrees Fahrenheit to be exact. She doesn't mind though, not anymore. Over the last four-some years, she's accommodated quite comfortably to the harsh autumn weather. The blares of subitaneous drivers packed on a crowded intersection that once troubled her, were now her lullabies. Her sense of smell, however, had dulled. One couldn't quite tell the difference between the sharp yet sweet scent of cinnamon that wafted from a street side café over the more polluted smog that leaked into the city air. But these were merely minor trifles of city life.
Bethany ventured past the falafel vendor begrudgingly muttering about his accounts, past the Huang's Chinese takeout (which provided a mouth-watering assortment of seafood, if one looked past the stench), and across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a massive cable contraption, suspeneded high into the air. The view was short-lived what wiith all the honking and obscenities that crammed into her head. They drowned out the repetitious clicks of her Famous Footwear high heels. But, Bethany was a city girl, not a country bumkin. She calmly clicked on, passing automobiles and ransportation trucks alike.
"Not much time left, huh?" Bethany shared a somber smile with the city lights. The East River gleamed today, looking especially inviting. Distorted hues of charcol grey tires, and neon yellow taxis rippled across the surface. Looking down at her reflection Bethany's own salty tears had contributed to the grand body of water below. She couldn't help it, the burden of her soul felt overwhelming and threatend to rip her apart. A slender finger reached inside an ebony L.L. Bean coat pocket and enclosed around a small metal object. The agony of life was like a constant stab every second, another intolerable minute.
The human ear can possess remarkable qualities, sometimes being able to detect sounds before tha naked eye processed pictures. Supposedly it did, as Bethany swayed back and forth on the gritty iron railings. Like a pendulum, she staggered drunkenly unable to sustain proper footing. The imminent crash that followed was miraculously heard among the many curses and honks of passerby vehivles.
