The Jumping Bridge - Descriptive Prose Exercise

<Tab/>I sat anxiously on the edge of the bridge and watched as yet another one jumped. Their body flailed limply in the air as various obscenities were screamed before they finally hit the water below. No matter how many people I saw doing it, for some reason I could not talk myself into it. My friends chided me without relent, referring frequently to part of the female anatomy. I was …

…row. I figured this was as good of time as any as looked to my friends for reassurance. Suddenly, I felt a jolt from behind and soon found myself airborne and in utter panic. Those bastards shoved me off the bridge. Before I hit the water, I let out as many hateful expletives as I could think of. I arose from the shockingly cold water to the disapproving faces of a boatful of senior citizens.