Falling

Rocks.

Sharp, pointy rocks.

One hundred yards below from where I stand. I'm on the edge, teetering. I almost fall, to be straightened up again by the arms that encircle my wrists. I look back to see the three.

And, to tell you the truth, I'm scared as hell.

I guess it shows on my face, because every time they almost let me go they laugh. But I know they won't let me go yet. I haven't answered their questions.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Where is she?"

"I. Don't. Know."

"Where is she? Not answering our questions make it harder on both her and you."

"I don't know!"

"Damn it! Where is she? Where on this planet is Carmen? You have to know. She's your wife."

"I don't know, okay! She got up one day and left. No note. No trace. No nothing. She just wasn't there."

"Damn, he doesn't know."

"That's what I've been-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Sister, he's worthless. Drop him."

"Wha-"

And I fall to the rocks below, knowing I did my part. They don't think I knew. But I did.

Even though it wouldn't matter where she was. I already got what I wanted and gave it to a friend.

Carmen was dead, anyway.

And then I died.

"Nice to see you again, dear."