Saturday, December 31, 2011

Bridge (Flash Fiction)

Rainbow Bridge. Found on Google Images.


FLASH FICTION PROMPT

"We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it"

That was what he said. that was what he told me.

That was what I knew we wouldn’t do.

Somehow, it scared me. Frightened me so deeply and throughly, I knew that I would be scarred for life.

Scarred.

Marred.

Marked.

Bridge.

Stupid bridge.

As if there was anything left to be said. How could I not read into that? If he meant it, surely he'd have said so. I guess. I don't know. It won’t matter anymore after today.

(c) Sara Harricharan

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