Gratitude [3 minute flash fiction]
No witnesses to see them make their deadly leap. No witnesses to speculate about the why. They were there and then they were gone. The only sign that they were ever there were the ripples of water where they had gone under.
Two weeks later their bodies washed up on the riverbank several miles from the bridge. It was late at night and the only witnesses were the wolves who were grateful for the impromptu dinner buffet.
Thanks to Dan Mader, Unemployed Imagination, for the prompt/push.