TITLE: The Train
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Jack Amentia chugged the last ounces from his whiskey bottle and dropped it into the darkness. Thinking no last thoughts or prayers, he turned his back toward New York City and looked up at the starlit sky.
Tires screeched and a car door opened.
“Hey buddy! Don’t jump! Don’t jump!” The man yelled back at his wife. “Call 911. Now!”
More tires screeched and more car doors opened. The crowd gathered near the railing and reached out beyond the steelwork to stop the suicidal man.
“Give us your hand!”
Their pleas went unheeded. Jack leaned back and disappeared.
Crescent shaped, he saw the bridge fade away and heard nothing but the wind rushing past his body. The saddened face of his late wife Joanne appeared on the evening sky. She was as alive as just a few days before.
“Jack!” she cried. “Not this way!”
Her face vanished.
One of the stars flashed like a supernova and from it, a figure soared toward the falling man. His expression concerned, as he called out in a voice both powerful and deliberate. Jack recognized him. The apparition was his grandfather.
“Say you want to live!” He implored. “Say it!”
His grandfather extended his hand.
“Grab my hand and say it! Before it’s too late!”
Jack clasped his hand before plunging into the frigid water and screamed the phrase like a condemned man praying for one last wish.
“I WANT TO LIVE!”