‘Welcome to the 2798th meeting of the 33 club. What’s today’s agenda?’ Irma grimaced, ‘Same old?’
Thirty-two heads nodded solemnly.
William Rambo moved amidst them, ‘Well? Am I in?’
Frederick nodded, ‘The poor man’s been waiting for years now. I say yes.’
‘But, we’ll no longer be the 33 Club.’ Evelyn scoffed. ‘We’ve been doing our best to keep the original number intact. Look, look…’ She pointed at a man running towards the observatory ledge. She groaned and blew hard, creating a gust of wind that blew the jumper back to the 86th floor.
‘Another wannabe. I don’t know why everyone wants to jump off the Empire State Building.’
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is from Jill Wisoff. Please find other entries here.
Note: This is a work of fiction. Irma P. Eberhardt, Frederick Eckert, William Lloyd Rambo, Evelyn McHale have the notoriety of committing suicide by jumping from the Empire State Building. Their names have been used only for fictional purposes and not intended to insult their memories in any way.