On the day I was ready

A gust of wind buffets me, and I push my hair out of my eyes. The view up here is glorious, a vast and dramatic sky. Endless spires. Industrious people below. I spread my arms wide.

I inhale, draw in cold air. I exhale, expel my failures.

My mobile chimes, shakes me from the moment. It’s not a good time, but when is? I digit out of my pocket.

One new email.

Dear Dr Ames,

Thank you for your application. We enjoyed meeting you, and would like to formally offer you the position

I step back from the edge.