Hands Of Time [Chapter 7]

The young woman inched her body towards the open window until her legs were pressed against its ledge. I again screamed for her not to do what she was about to do. But my pleas evaporated into the vacuum of expanse that lay between us. The girl looked down to the child, one last look, and one last goodbye. Her arms hesitatingly moved towards the open window, but move they did. Soon the baby was hanging in the black night air, its only support, was mothers’ trembling arms. “Drop it” I heard some voices call up, in unison, from the ground below. “Please don’t!” I again yelled to her. I looked at the boy and wanted to shake him for his unshakable selfishness. All he cared about was his pleasure, freedom, and future. It was obvious that no other player then himself, in this sad scene, was consuming his now so focused thoughts. As I watched what happened next I wished that the young girl’s arms were as faithful to their task as this blasted wire was that bound me. The wire would not let me go for any reason. In the blink of an eye the three became two, the girl stood at the window silently weeping, head down looking at the bundle below. Finally sensing that it was now safe to come to the girl’s side the boy pulled himself away from his lonely corner and moved toward her by the window. He spoke to her in an assuring tone, trying to convince the young woman that what they had just done was all for the best. I could not keep my mouth closed and barked insults at him. “What do you mean what ‘we’ just did”, I heckled. “You hid in your corner and made her do it alone”, I hissed with venomous contempt towards him. As I was about to open my mouth and let another torrent of hateful verbal abuse pour out, I noticed something that caused me to press my lips tight together.