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Dec. 27th, 2005 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saxihighlandckMy word is bridge. I have five minutes to type something about the word. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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He looked over the edge. The old bridge was always there. He sighed and looked back at his car then back over the side. Should he jump off the bridge or not? The river below us always going wild. He looked up at the sky. He could feel the bridge shifting under his feet. He looked back at the old wooden bridge, everything seemed so serene. No one would miss him if he jumped. He got closer the the edge. Almost the right time. He stepped up onto the ledge and grasped the support. One large breath and that would be it. One step. He closed his eyes. The bridge moved and creaked. He didn't hear the footsteps behind him.
"Don't jump." the voice said calmly.
He turned his head. "Why?"
"Because," the voice said. "You have a place to be."