The Bridge To Nowhere
Feb 25th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The bridge attracted all sorts of people. Haggard old men and women, driving mobile homes. Young families, on a weekend sojourn. Teenage lovers, joined at the hands. Once, many years ago, a man came riding a camel.
“What’s at the other end?” They always asked the same question.
“Nothing, as far as I know.” He had never actually been down the bridge himself. It was just his job to collect the tolls.
He always wondered what possessed people to drive the bridge. Was it curiosity? A sense of adventure? Boredom? Desperation?
Whatever the attraction, no one had ever come back.
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