This isn’t quite what I hoped it would be, but it’s done now. 🙂
City lights gleamed in the distance. They were pinpricks of life, of hope.
He automatically searched out the building with the spire
made of stacked metal gargoyle skulls. Even obscured by wet and fog, it was beautiful. His family lived there, walked and worked in its rooms. He’d spent the best part of childhood there.
His lover’s home was a couple dozen blocks past it. He’d thought it was his home, too. He was wrong.
“Come on.”
He looked over his shoulder at his friend. His friend’s dark clothing was wet from the rain and his hair was slicked back. But his gaze held only rough sympathy.
“You knew it would end,” his friend stated.
He nodded. He knew. It still hurt. He took a deep breath of the cool, rain-scented air. “Time to go.”
The both walked to the edge. He placed his hands on the wet railing and looked down. The river below was dark and the waters roiled in the storm.
A small boat bobbed in the water. It was barely visible. He swung his legs over the railing and jumped.
The splash he made was lost in the storm’s fury. The water was numbingly cold. A moment later, his friend dropped beside him.
They looked at each other, than started swimming.
Story Treasury 
Thoughtful with a consistent tone. Nice.
But what is it they’re escaping? Life? And where are they going?
Oh for a horrible moment there I thought they were going to kill themselves – but thankfully not – now I want to know what they’re escapting from too!
No flash from me this week Sonia but I did do something different, posted on my blog sepia study of Dorothy from Wiz of Oz – thought you might be interested in taking a look. ^_^
I was also worried that they were trying to kill themselves, great atmospheric writing.
Lovely tone and sense of foreboding.
Unrequited love – instead of a cold shower, the river dance with a buddy. One way of escape. Better than drugs. Great piece.
Nice work. I wonder if I could put a spire made of stacked metal gargoyle skulls on my house?