“I don’t think I should take things that make me lose my mind.”
“Don’t think of it like that… Think of it as losing your stresses.”
I almost took the plunge. And then my mom called. I swear that woman knows when I’m about to make a stupid decision.
I took four bottles of water and walked to the edge of the desert.
Four days later there was something on the local news about a body being found in the sand not far from where I had stood.
Close call. Thanks, Mum.