100 Words:
Butterfly Affection
I had two items, paper and a pen. The only sheet on the cardboard-backed yellow pad was inked with my last footprint on earth. My hands and knees trembled and my head sunk into my shoulders as I frantically walked toward the parking garage. Soon I will briefly know how the birds feel. As I walked to the roof, a vibrant young woman passed by and as she did so sent me the warmest smile I have felt. I breathed in the air, looked at the sky, thought, and let only my suicide note float to the ground.