He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn. The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic. At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can be summoned. He has never seen a god before, maybe today will be his lucky day, but he doubts it. The gods abandoned man a long time ago when we decided we no longer had a use for them apart from killing each other in the name of one god or another.
The cars in the distant stream by like shooting stars. He moves closer to the edge and looks down. Edges make him feel uneasy. He always feels compelled to jump. He struggles for reasons why he shouldn’t. Lately he has found it harder and harder to find a reason that’s worth a damn.
He hasn’t said good bye to his wife.
He steps back from the edge. Maybe tomorrow he won’t be so lucky.