The Stockbroker

The ledge felt quite intrusive, his bony legs and scrawny ass had chosen just to sit a bit. He was unsure, since 10 o'clock when all results were flashed upon the giant screen inside his chances had been wiped. Just be a man, he'd whisperd then to no one but his shadow but face it on two knowing legs it seemed a thing of honour and courage that had never lived inside his brilliant mind so he continued just to sit until the crowd would tire of craning lustful necks to him and darkness would drift by. He needed nothing but a quick and final execution the logic sat right next to him the courage lay below. He wondered briefly, would the gods deny eternal life acknowledge him as a lost soul and countless thoughts traversed his mind and cluttered his resolve a soft breath wind came from the North and wrapped him snug and tightly it re-assured him, left no doubt with grace he bowed his head and tumbled down in his cocoon just floating, in slow motion until he reached new destinies in welcome kiss of darkness.