He took his time
crossing
mill street bridge.
Nothing strange
about that.
He crossed here
every weekday night.
They'd all known that.
But
they never learned
did they?
They never realised.
Well how could they?
Not until Mandy.
Mandy had slipped
and now......
... he checked
his watch.
The 22.53 was
running late.
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Author:
dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2020 14:14
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Comments5
Good write dusk.
I'm gonna be heartless - it's a real pain you know, these people jumping in front of trains. It makes me late home. It's most inconvenient.
Can't they jump off a river bridge or something? Yes, I know - all I think about is me, me, me (lol).
A haunt of a read and with your apt usage of short-line wording that tragic last crossing becomes ever more real. Sad but so vividly written.
Wow, Damn good write dusk arising. Oh and the music is kinda melancholy. Don
Thats really good. I like simple, powerful. Say little but speak volumes.
art is at its best, when taking such a sombre and bleak subject, then creating something that transcends the tragedy it depicts
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