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... Dana's shoulders, where the dying light illuminated the golden hair on Joe's head. He was already far from them, walking down the main street towards where the trans-canada and the railway trestle crossed the gorge. *** As Joe had sat on the bench, Sam's pleas had fallen on deaf ears, Joe's eyes staring into the distance. He had heard Dana, but never registered her presence. Nothing had seemed to matter anymore. He had saw the dying light gleaming off the railway trestle in the distance, and had made up his mind. He had left, not caring to say anything, not even goodbye. Now the sun had set and darkness was settling over the town. Lights were coming on, houses filled with warmth, but Joe felt only the cold mountain wind howling through the supports of the railway trestle as he made his way across it. The sky overhead was starting to fill with faint, cold stars. The structure shivered, no guardrails to stop anyone from falling off of it into the dark waters far below. The trans-canada bridge, just a few meters to the right, whined with an occasional car or grumbled with a truck. A light came on in the junkyard on the other side of the gorge. From where Joe was standing, he could see a small figure emerge from it. It waved. Joe didn't wave back. He reached the midpoint of the trestle and looked down. The gorge walls were steep, dropping at least two hundred feet to the narrow river below. The steep walls were often shadowed during the day, and the turbulent waters had been ...

... known to claim lives. Now the waters were dark, a river of night deep in that shadowy canyon. The darkness promised oblivion, and peace. Joe longed for both. Another semi crossed the bridge behind him. He stared down. He tried to think of something, anything, that might alleviate the nightmare of his existence. His friends? Would continue on without him. No doubt Sam would eventually embrace girlhood as Dana had. His mom and Jack? They had lived with him as a uncaring, sex-starved cunt for years. His disappearance would be a blessing. He thought briefly of his future, and saw nothing but dresses and panties and day after day of struggle to restrain his female urges or worse, indulge in them. Did he have anything to look forward to? His days as a mechanic were gone, never to return. Inexpliably Eric's face swam in front of him. Furious, he dashed it away, tears stinging his cheeks. His soul cried out for release. He stepped into the void. Fell. Time crystallized, then shattered. He felt the breath suddenly yanked out of him, and then a man's voice above him crying out. "Shit shit shit! I'm slipping! OH GOD, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP!" The man's shouting was answered by female voices further down the trestle. Joe slowly spun over the abyss. He felt a crushing pain in his chest, and realized that someone had grabbed at him as he had stepped off. Grabbing his shirt would not have stopped him from falling, the fabric was too thin. But by sheer, dumb luck he had managed to snag the back ...