The bridge

“Why’s your hair so curly?”

“I don’t know.”

That was years ago on the bus to school.

My life’s montage rolled out smoothly to the tune of such comments.

“Are you working tomorrow?”

“No,am off for two days thankfully. You?”

“No chance of that. You know what they say no rest for the wicked.”

Chuckling we said our goodbyes.

Disembarking from the train, she turned left, I turned slightly left then right.

I was, I am and will always be the one with the hazel eyes, and curls that never lied.

An unwanted bridge between the divide.


I am really sorry just realised I haven’t replied last weeks comments will go straight to it now.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by the lovely C.E. Ayr the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

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