Sunday Photo Fiction: A Bridge Not Quite Far Enough

Every week, a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. If you would like to have a go, then head over to the Sunday Photo Fiction page and take a look. Or if you want to see what others have written, then head over to this Linkz page and take a look at the pages there.

The challenge goes from 4 a.m. UK time on a Sunday morning to the following Sunday morning at 4 a.m..

89 11 November 30th 2014

Jericho sat looking at the bridge. He picked up a stone and threw it, watching it bounce across the pathway and stop. He picked another and threw it further watching that go all the way to the end. He watched a pigeon walk around start to cross the bridge. He watched it stop half way, turn sharply and fly away in a seeming panic.

The nine year old stood and walked over and threw another stone across the bridge, and another, and another. He knew something seemed odd about the bridge as animals all turned and ran from it, and when he glanced up as people crossed the bridge, the seemed to just vanish.

He tentatively reached his hand out, expecting to be pulled through. Just he was about to take a step forward, voices appeared behind him.

“Hey, Jericho! You crossing over now?”
“Jericho, you pussy! Can’t even cross a bridge.”
“Ya go home you smelly scab”

Jericho dropped his hand to his side and looked down at the floor. This was the fifth time in six days the three of them found him and treated him in this way.

The boys ran onto the bridge, and one of them pulled him back, throwing him to the floor. As they looked down on him, they saw his eyes widen. The boys looked around and…

I seem to have gone over my word count

Happiness Is Something That Comes Into Our Lives Through Doors We Don’t Even Remember Leaving Open

It is surprising how something will come into our lives when we least expect it. We think we have closed ourself off, but there is always something, some way that someone will find a way in. It may seem a coincidence, but I don’t believe it is. We leave that door, that crack, that sliver subconsciously because although we say we don’t want anyone in our lives, really we do. We need that bond of friendship even if we try and kid ourselves that we don’t. That door is ajar, it just takes one person to find it.

Thanks to:

A Pondering Mind

Some Assembly Required

Staying Alive Is Not Enough

Tell Me About It

Ups, Downs & Roundabouts
Smile At Me

12-11 Staying Alive Is Not Enough 12-12 Some Assembly Required 12-13 Smile At Me - Ups Downs & ROundabouts 12-14 A Pondering Mind 12-15 Tell Me About It