The Bridge – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant go out after dark
There are so many scary things that lurk in the night
If he gets the itch
To fling himself from a bridge
He prefers to do it in sunny daylight

Sound Bite Fiction

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
The darkness in thereclininggentleman’s atmospheric photo did not, I confess, take me anywhere near a Hawaiian beach.
The idea here is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.

© The Reclining Gentleman © The Reclining Gentleman

The Bridge

He gets great pleasure from bridges.
His enthusiasm for such boyish things is among his most attractive traits, one of the reasons we have been together so long.
We stroll hand in hand across the river, pause where the parapet is broken.
The dark water is far below our feet.
A sudden thought crosses my mind.
Quite abruptly I feel nervous, start to walk.
We stop for a coffee.
Did you think about…, he asks, head tilted, miming a push.
I redden, stammer denials.

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10 Responses to The Bridge – Friday Fictioneers

  1. emmylgant says:

    AnElephantCan have some very scary thoughts.


  2. Dale says:

    Mr. Elephant wishes for an audience?


  3. colonialist says:

    That should lighten the mood, so maybe a different kind of fling would happen?
    The picture almost tempts me to write a story about a man who can’t choose between his wife and girlfriend, leaving his boring job or not, and where to place a tattoo. He decides to end it all, but teeters on the parapet undecided whether to jump into the water or in front of an oncoming car. How to indecisively split infinity.

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