BOUNCE
by Jude Redmond (18)

I took the bus down the coast and went to the pub. I walked along the cliff where I found a bench. I drank much red wine and smoked a prince harry. Then I dove from the cliff; in the American parlance, ‘I am so out of here.’

Unfortunately I bounced. It happened in February and I awoke in April. There is nothing worse than being in hospital, knowing somehow that everyone around you is thinking, ‘Oh fuck.’

Since then I have tried to start again. This is the unreliable memoir of a journey to death and back.

BOUNCE
by Jude Redmond (u)

I took the bus down the coast and went to the pub. I walked along the cliff where I found a bench. I drank much red wine and smoked a prince harry. Then I dove from the cliff; in the American parlance, ‘I am so out of here.’

Unfortunately I bounced. It happened in February and I awoke in April. There is nothing worse than being in hospital, knowing somehow that everyone around you is thinking, ‘Oh bother.’

Since then I have tried to start again. This is the unreliable memoir of a journey to death and back.