“It’s funny they say don’t talk to strangers but here I am talking to you and you’re not dangerous or anything.”
“No, I guess most people aren’t. But you never know who you might end up speaking to.”
“Yeah could be any kind of maniac. Some crazy person.” Laughter cracks through a tired voice, slightly hysterical in nature.
“Well, I don’t like to write people off. Crazy people are still people.”
“What if they’re going to do something stupid and very very dangerous? You might wanna avoid them then.”
“Seems like the perfect time to talk to them, see if you can stop them.”
There are an awkward couple of minutes of silence. A clammy hand clasps on to a dry one that’s visibly shaking.
“Is it weird that we’re holding hands? I don’t even know your name.”
“I don’t think it’s weird we’re holding hands. In fact, I think I’m going to keep holding your hand, Grace. That’s a lovely name by the way.”
“Yeah, whatever. People always say that.”
The rush of water below is the only sound for a long time. Jenny shifts uncomfortably but tries not to show that she’s getting cramp in her hand. Grace notices anyway.
“You can let go.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Please let go.”
“For god’s sake, why? You don’t even know me!”
“I don’t care.”
Jenny grips harder; ignoring the shooting pain it sends up her arm.
“You don’t even know me.” Grace whispers again.
“What happened, Grace? Why are you here? Where are the people who do know you?”
“Fucked if I know.”
Grace sniffs a little but her hand squeezes tighter on Jenny’s.
“If you let me buy you a cup of tea, you can tell me all about it.”
“Because I want to.”
Grace stares down at the river racing past below her.
“Please?” Jenny pulls on her arm a little and, for the first time since they started talking, Grace let’s herself be pulled. She clambers over the guard rail carefully, trembling.
Jenny leads her to the car, buckling the seatbelt when Grace doesn’t move.
“Not talking to strangers is bullshit, anyway, how else are you supposed to meet people?”
Grace gives Jenny a small smile and lets herself be driven away from what she thought would be the end of everything.
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