draliman on life

Hello and welcome to my Friday Fictioneers entry, which is hosted as always by Rochelle and this week features a photo by Friday Fictioneerer Adam Ickes.

I wrote this story on Thursday, but only now have time to post it! To read the other entries for this week, click on the little blue froggy.

Copyright Adam Ickes

Shelley summoned her courage and approached the little wooden bridge. The new varnish gleamed – one could never tell that it had been damaged.

Edging forward she looked into the gulley, a run-off for melting winter snow. A tear stung her eye as she cast her mind back to last week when everything was all right, everything was normal. The buzzing of the little dirt bike, the laughter of her brother, his excitement as he tore onto the bridge.

A tiny miscalculation. That was all it took to change everything.

Forever.

She placed the flowers next to the bridge and walked away.