The Bridge – #100wordstory – #JuneWriting

Guest poet for a bridge genre and one that is worth a read. 🙂

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos


The night was peaceful, yet carried an eerie feel with it. Waters under the old bridge were unusually calm, a mist was gathering in the trees. The sudden silence didn’t last for very long, a rumble from below made its way across the land. “An earthquake?!” someone shouted.

The bridge, once the center of the town’s joy, began to crumble. Bricks fell into the waters below, a deafening sound. Then it was gone. No bridge to cross. The town folk, startled from sleep, were stuck on the other side, with no way out.

All because a troll had to sneeze.

June Writing Prompt – The sudden silence didn’t last for very long – Day 10/30

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