She stood looking out at the ocean, still, the gentle rippling along the shore, the horizon hazy, distant, hypnotic in its monotonous regularity. Just walking in didn’t appeal to her. Maybe finding a higher precipice and jumping off would suffice. And she was sure she would jump since high places always beckoned her to the edge. Like an accident you come upon that you don’t want to see but can’t stop yourself from looking at, one misstep and she would plunge to her death. That was the point, after all, so shying away from that choice didn’t make sense. She was, though, looking for something that offered a faster result. She didn’t want time to think and she knew that once she jumped she would regret it all the way down before her body hit the ragged ocean rocks below. No, it had to be quick. Maybe throwing a handful of pills in her mouth and drinking water fast would do it. Pills, what kind of pills? A bottle of aspirin? Would that even work? She was sure she needed something stronger.
To be continued....