Marco considered slipping behind the wheel in his garage and letting the motor do the deed. No, that would hurt resale. He couldn’t leave his Sofia burdened. A tractor groaned under the strain of its load as Marco reached the front gate. For a moment he wanted to take a dive, let it grind his bones. He fought the urge. The driver probably didn’t have insurance. That plan was no good. Suddenly, he had an idea. The bank building had ten stories. After all, it was the bank’s fault.
“The earth is flat!” Marco shouted and stepped over the edge.
This is my first gruesome flash for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Sandra, for the prompt. When someone mentions suicide, it can be frightening. Stay calm and take it seriously. There is help at Suicide Prevention Lifeline. Thanks for reading.