I remember the day perfectly. We were supposed to meet on the roof though I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out that day given the grey skies. I hate the rain and it’s been raining all week but he insisted. There was traffic all through downtown and that resulted in my being five minutes late. I raced up four flights to the roof but as I pushed the heavy metal door open, I heard a loud bang. My chest started racing as I watched him fall. “No!” I screamed and he might had lived if I’ve been on time.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.