The bridge

© The Reclining Gentleman
© The Reclining Gentleman

100-word Flash Fiction
#FridayFictioneers

This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.


Sweaty palms. Beating heart. Death grip on the steering wheel.

Remember the words.

The book said, “Do something out of your comfort zone. Do something you always wanted to do.”

Karen always dreamed of a road trip, but always she worried about what might happen to a woman traveling on her own.

Now? House rented. New car. Suitcases packed.

Cold grief shivered up her spine. Her first time across the bridge in seven months. Seven months since John and her daughter Katie died in a horrific accident on this very bridge.

What could be worse than that?

Nothing. Just drive.

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49 thoughts on “The bridge”

  1. I would find it so difficult to cross that bridge again as I’m sure she did, but she finally reached the point in her life when she could . It just takes time and everyone has to move forward at their own pace. (When they feel they are ready) Great story!

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