‘What’ll you do?’ you said. ‘You’ll be all right, won’t you? Promise me.’ I didn’t want to think about it. I said I’d cross that bridge if I came to it. We both knew it wasn’t if but when.
The Clifton Suspension. Where everyone goes. If I make it across, I’ll get over you. But when I looked down, I wanted so much to be with you, I felt dizzy. Then a gull perched near, and your voice in the wind said you’d never forgive me.
I still haven’t got over you. But I’ve been crossing bridges ever since.
In response to Matt’s Flash Fiction Foray, which had the song Bridge Over You as the prompt. I wasn’t sure I’d have time to do it, what with Christmas and all, but once I’d seen the prompt, I knew it would be hard to resist!
Ooh, very symbolic! I loved the blending of the phrase ‘to get over’ in its literal and its metaphorical senses; and personally I think that when you’re writing about relationships you produce your best flash fiction.
Best wishes, Matt
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Thanks, Matt. You know, I’d practically never written flash fiction before I joined your event, so it’s thanks to you if any of my efforts are any good!
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I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t said, it’s always great to read your pieces!
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Nice!
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curtisbausse,
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Thanks, and I wish you likewise!
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🙂
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TOTALLY love this! (Totally GET this!)
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Thanks! I think it can apply yo a lot of us…
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