I'm
the last of my kind. They're all gone now, my little brother just
joined them.
I can
see him, all smashed and broken up, lying there on the street.
Nobody's helping him. But probably it's too late anyway.
No
wonder I'm feeling a little bit wobbly today then, is it? I know I'm
going to end up the same way. It scares me, but being alone isn't
much fun either.
Each
time it happened, they said it was an accident. Sure, a few might
be, but 99 of them? Never.
I know
they'll do it to me too. The car park is just over the hill, so
they'll do it soon. Make my accidental fall happen.
I
start to fall and it's not so bad. It's almost fun, feeling the wind
stroke my neck. Better than all that hanging about. Looking down I
can see so much smashed glass, like a choppy green sea, and I dive in
to join them.
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