Not On My Watch

I was headed back from the gym crossing over the river when I saw him in the middle of the bridge. He didn’t look disheveled. It was more the anxiousness he exhibited and the look on his face. A look I know well. A look I’ve sported myself. It was a look of sheer pained desperation. That and the shiftiness of his demeanor gave his intentions away.

He was about to jump. I slowed down and gazed at him intently. Our eyes caught and they locked together for what seemed like a very long stretch, but was really only mere seconds. Immediately his gaze changed. He faced straight ahead instead of around himself erratically and his step became intent as he speedily walked down the sidewalk towards the bottom.

I watched as long as I could through my rear view mirror as I headed to my own destination and simply told myself out loud “not on my watch”. I’m not perfect. So far from anything close to that actually. I’m just me trying to be me. Doing what I can when I can. Probably could do better and more if I really tried. Sometimes though it’s is all I’ve got and this time…this time at least …I hope it mattered that I cared.


I realize this may sound naive to some people but truly aren’t we each other’s keepers? In an ideal world. In a fictional utopia. In a place I know of….sure….but here now… questionable. Yes. Unfortunately. I know.

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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