Her hand with long fingers rested on my chest. I felt it warm and friendly. She looked into my eyes and smiled.
- Do you know you're my best friend?
- I know.
- And you know I would never hurt you?
Why is she asking me this?
I glanced at her lips, almost expecting the unspoken question to be answered. She wasn't wearing makeup, yet she looked impeccable. I saw the smile bloom on her lips immediately. I felt the increasing pressure of her hand on my chest. I saw the whiteness of her perfect teeth, and at the same moment, I felt the violent jerk of her hand. I felt like I was hit by a locomotive. I lost my balance and, before I could realize what was happening, I tumbled over the edge.
She pushed me!!!
I instinctively flailed my arms, trying to grab onto something, her hand, the edge of the wall, anything to keep me up there. I touched nothing. Surprise and fear froze my scream in my throat.
I'm falling!
My clothes fluttered in the wind like the wings of a dove. The red scarf with white polka dots slipped off my neck and seemed to stay in place while I continued my fall.
I'm going to die!
I rolled in the fall and ended up face down. I was flying towards the cobblestone pavement, and it seemed like the pavement was flying towards me. I closed my eyes.
Like a raindrop on the windshield of a racing car...
It's said that in such moments, those before inevitable death, your life flashes before you like in a kaleidoscope. I saw nothing.
I heard a deafening crack.
The whip of the gods!
I opened my eyes and...
