The Bridge To Nowhere
Feb 25th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No Comments 
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.