Picture it, Write it 8-12-12

Posted: August 16, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

 

“Damn, damn, damn! I hate bridges,” she growled as her shaky hand clung to the rail. In the last ten hours she had survived an accident, getting lost in the wilderness and miles of walking, all on an empty stomach.

Then there was, “the thing.

Peering over her shoulder she made sure she was alone. She didn’t know what it was, or if it was human or animal, but she knew it stalked her for miles, grunting at her heels. It caught her once, it nails ripping her back as she struggled from her jacket to free herself. At one point, it cornered her in a creek, she could see the moon glint off its eyes as it sniffed the air, moving closer as her mind turned to cheese.

Grabbing a tree to pull herself up she cursed as the branch broke in her hand. When it attacked, she threw her arms up, screaming as the stick penetrated it’s eye. It crashed into the creek and she ran, not stopping until she reached the highway. Surely if she survived today, she could overcome a simple bridge phobia. Spurred to action her feet took her past kissing couples and winos as she made her way home.


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Comments
  1. Anne Schilde says:

    Haha, I walked across the Hoover Dam bridge not long ago. I’m so petrified of heights if’s actually fun, but you know it’s like out in the middle over the chasm, I looked down and it’s like, “Damn! Why! I hate bridges!” Probably being chased by a man-thing would improve my courage. šŸ™‚

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