on the bridge

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver: Journey . . . Bus Travel:

. . . on the bridge . . .

The call came at 3 am; she could barely hear him above the wind.

“. . . can’t handle . . .  without . . .” the brokenness rasped.

“. . .on a bridge.” No, she couldn’t listen to this again.

“. . . railing and . . .” a fresh gust ripped his voice away.

“Dave, listen, Dave, where are you?”

“. . . on the bridge . . .”

“Damn you, you said ‘clean and sober,’ promised,” a sob coming into her voice.

“. . . please . . .” then silence. A quick redial, holding her breath, like so many times.

She placed her bus ticket on the side beside her. Last window seat, barely made the bus.

On the sunny side, well, okay because she had some reading to do.

A brochure and literature she took off the web. She began to read: “On the bridge is a unique rehab program . . .”


“Michael’s prompt reminded me so much of this song, I had to include it,” a darkened house said.


24 thoughts on “on the bridge

  1. I remember the song very well and unfortunately as I live in a foreign country the video is not available but I did find another version so all is good….love how you led us to believe one thing and then settled us with a explanation of On The Bridge…..

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  2. Suzanne says:

    I guess when you decide it’s time to move on it really is time to move on. I like the concise way you write this tale. It creates room for the reader to feel their own response. Well done.

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