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

19 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: A Bridge Not Quite Far Enough

  1. I must confess… I count words less and less.
    I just count the sense, though I generally do stick to one page.
    I was at your continuation… but thought it best to read this piece first.
    Now to go back…


  2. I seem to have gone over my word count Oh now very convenient!! You don’t fool us for one minute Alastair. You’re a terrible torment and are chuckling to yourself right now. Naughty boy!

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