The Bridge

The Bridge She stood, reflecting. The fabled 'moment' A dozen steps. The wind stirred dry leaves about her bare feet. Water babbled distantly, growing steadily fainter. A vapor trail caught her eye. Stark white against the summer blue sky. Occupants of a flying tube looking down at her. Flashing metal wings taking them on unknown journeys. The bridge creaked, old timber complaining in the heat. Wildflowers nodded to each other. Strange thoughts invading her mind. They were chattering, discussing… More information...

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