real lj idol season nine | week 27 | 1117 words
The last time anyone saw Avery Lang was at midnight on March 11, at the top of the Belden Street bridge. He vanished in a single breath.
Everyone assumed he'd jumped, though his body was never found. He didn't seem the type, his friends said, but maybe we didn't know him as well as we thought. If I hadn't actually seen it happen, I wouldn't have believed it myself.
The first phone call came four months after that, in the middle of the night: "So, hey, John. I was thinking, maybe we should drive to Waterton on Saturday, see what's going on. We haven't been there in a long time."
"Avery?" I said "Where are you?"
There was no answer, only an earful of dial tone. In the morning, I wondered if I'd imagined the whole thing.
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