prompt: rising
word count: 108

The water delicately touched the bottom of the bridge, like fingers grazing skin. It felt like it was teasing the whole population, tricking them all with fake tranquility, like the calm before the storm. But it was all fake.

The dark blue colour of the waters looked almost as dangerous as the future death that it would bring.

Stay away from the black water, his mother's words rang in his head, but the allure of the waves were too tempting to resist. The delicate way they rose with the wind.

So, with a foot reached out, he grazed the water's surface.

And he fell right into the abyss.