Barbara stood looking over the rail of the bridge. The body of the young man who had been so full of life before now bobbed face down in the water below. She watched as the body began to drift down stream. Barbara stared at Mark as he drifted away, the tears still flowing from her eyes from earlier rolled off her cheeks and fell into the muddy water below. He looked like a rag doll that had been discarded by some child who no longer wanted it.
When Barbara had walked up on to the bridge a while ago Mark had been fishing on the other side of the river and looked up and waved at her. He had always been nice to her and had even kept other kids at school from picking on her. She had been in love with Mark for a long time but had been afraid to tell him. When she had broken her leg last year Mark had come by to check on her and even brought her flowers, well he had brought her a rose. That had to mean he felt something for her didn’t it? Today she decided to tell him she was in love with him. Surely he would see that he was in love with her as well.
She had gone over and poured out her heart to him. She told him how she felt and what he meant to her. The response she’d gotten was not what she had expected.
Mark had at first simply stared at her then he did the worst thing he could have, he laughed at her. She had been crushed. The tears had burned trails down her cheeks. How could she have been so wrong about him? How could he hurt her this way? She felt her heart shatter in a million pieces in that moment. More than the pain Barbara felt pure anger and in a way she had never felt it before.
Barbara started running back toward the bridge. She heard Mark calling her name as if in a panic. He was chasing her trying to stop her, he must have thought she was going to jump.
The rage she felt had swelled up and now wanted to be unleashed. Barbara stopped suddenly in the middle of the bridge and turned quickly. As Mark came running toward her she put up her arms and pushed him as hard as she could toward the side of the bridge. Mark was taken by surprise and stumbled backwards. He was close enough to the side of the bridge that the railing caught him just below the middle of his back and he lost his balance and went over the side.
Barbara stepped over quickly to the side and looked over in time to see Mark hit his head on one of the pilings of the bridge before hitting the water below then sink down below the murky surface of the river then bobbing up. The blood from the crushed side of his face mixing with the water around him and turning it a pinkish grey. She wondered why if she had loved this boy why she didn’t feel it now. All she was feeling was, good. Barbara straightened up and turned back in the same direction she had come. She would never tell what happened today. It was too embarrassing, besides why should she go to jail because Mark had been mean?