Writing Prompt For
Day X of NaNoWriMo:
It’s a beautiful night in Belgrade, with a chill that demands human contact, or may be that glass of bourbon. The night’s cloudless. The stars are shining bright tonight, and the Moon’s hidden itself well.
Your character, let’s call him Chile, is standing atop the spiracle of the Kalemegdan Fortress in Belgrade. He’s contemplating suicide, as the cool wind blows tonight. It’s absolutely quiet here.
What thoughts do you think he may be having, while picturing his own demise? What do you suppose led him to this point, in his life? Does he jump, or does he not? Or is it then that someone saves him?