My aged travelling companion Crisp had a thing for bridges. No matter where on our tour of Britain a bridge would pull her up. Several photos later from a variety of directions and we could be on our way. Some bridges came with their own story, and Crisp would pour over the stone or sign outlining the history it contained.
The bridge in question was one with a history of death. Many a lover had thrown themselves off the railings and into the icy waters below.
Crisp looked over the rail and down to where the water rushed as water tends to do.
“Hard to imagine isn’t it you’d feel so aggrieved by a lover to throw yourself off,” she mused, “can’t say any man ever enthused me to that extent.”
“Probably why you’ve been single all your life,” I mentioned.
“True,” she said gathering her backpack and heading off.
Written for: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/03/06/crimsons-creative-challenge-17/
A very nicely written story. Bridges have a thing with love and separation isn’t it? Love the post!😊
Thanks so much, especially old ones like those pictured.
Methinks you know too much of me. 🙂
Yea, obsessed with bridges. Enough photos of bridges of every kind to post one every week for this challenge for the next five years.
But good story. Like. 🙂
Not too many I hope as I’d run out of stories, though I have a few more stored away for a rainy day, as they say.
No, I wouldn;t do that. I’m trying to keep them varied. I also take their prompts, and I’d soon run out of ‘bridge’ stories. 🙂
What a hoot!
Can’t say a man’s ever enthused me enough either! And I have been married. Twice.
Thanks for your comment, glad you saw the funny side to it.
No, I’ve never been enthused that much either. LOL. Great story.
Thanks so much.
Seems bridges and unrequited loves are going hand in hand this week. Very nice write,