Editor's Choice She took careful, measured steps down underneath the bridge, where the light could no longer reach. It was musty and cold - the way air feels when it doesn’t pass through the constant chatter of people’s voices. She held the sides of the wall, making sure that only her fingertips made contact with the cold concrete. Like everything that was hers, this place was forgotten. The bridge was only meant to be walked on top of - not underneath - since there were no footprints prior to hers. She glanced behind her narrow shoulder after hearing her heart beat loudly.
Jennifer Duncan
23/9/2022 02:42:16 pm
The second sentence is really griping and descriptive. The last sentence captures the fear of this person trying to find some refuge.
David Milner
23/9/2022 04:57:00 pm
Beautiful.
Sue Clayton
24/9/2022 02:28:33 am
Sent shivers down my spine as I walked with her beneath the bridge.
Kim Favors
24/9/2022 07:57:52 pm
Descriptions put me there with the writer. Well done.
Cindy Patrick
25/9/2022 11:43:31 pm
Nice writing! Comments are closed.
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