La chute

On the pont, I saw a form penciled on the wallpaper, which seemed to be observing the bush. In addition, I recognized a tiny young woman, dressed in black. Between the somber cheeks and the head of the coat, I only saw a small, soft, and damp woman, to whom I was sensitive. But I continued on my way, without hesitation. I had just traveled a hundred meters a short distance before I heard the sound, which, despite the distance, made me feel formidable in the nocturnal silence of a body breathing over the water. I was holding on tight, but without returning. Almost without saying a word, I heard a cry, repeated several times, which also descended from his lips, and then disappeared completely.