Conveyor Belt

A microfiction inspired by a photo I once took

I’d have one chance — exactly one — to make the leap. I could see the conveyor belt clearly enough, and the steel beam which supported it, and the gears which moved it along. But when I stepped off at the upper end, what would I find in the darkness of the open window? I felt ready to deal with anything… almost.

I say “almost” because if she was somewhere in the blackness, I knew I was lost…

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