Bridge

When their child jumped off the bridge, they knew each other one way. Now they know each other another. The cameras show her entering the bridge. No camera ever shows her climbing or sitting on the edge or jumping. No camera shows her leaving. The Bay keeps going to the ocean, like a day to a day. Some things are not given back. She left her backpack just off the suspension bridge, on the side where she entered. Her life was in it. Yet it was enough. No one will see me, she thought like a prayer. I will be invisible and disappear. And on a colossal bridge filled with all sorts of vehicles, people looking everywhere as they shuttle through space, she did just that.