The Bridge: The Day He Took Her Hand Part 4

It took him several failed attempts before he was actually able to allow his shadow to lead him. Watching Reflections back, it seemed like he was walking on a treadmill constantly moving but getting nowhere. file4661300872388

“Where are we going?” He finally asked her. At first she did not respond, but the the familiar tickle touched his palm again. He sighed, not bothering to read her message. “Why are you writing to me if you are here?” His hand tickled all the more.

“Because I am not here,” She glanced behind her and met his gaze. “I am where you were.”

“That makes no sense.”

She pointed at his hand again. “Sure it does.”

“Then why is it so confusing?”

“Because it is.” She turned back around. Her shadow had picked up its pace, its strides covering less ground as it moved. When they finally stopped they were standing in front of a very glorious tree planted deep in a pool that held no reflection, its branches twisting and turning deeper into the nothing, its massive size commanding attention as the matte surface of the water undulated.

The fog must have gotten to his mind or maybe he was counting the converse nature of the place as normal for he had nor realized until just that moment that the leaves and branches were in the water while the roots, gnarled and haggard where pointing into the sky, their ends not even visible from his vantage point.

“Its a tree.”

Reflection shook her head, her expression grim. She pointed at his hand again. “Its more than a tree. Its a bridge. It is how I was able to get to you and bring you here. It is how the rest of us will get to you and bring you here while we go there.”

“Why?” He should have been panicked but he found he was far more curious than panicked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Because it is what we do. It is what we have always done. It is what we have done here. It is our nature. We reverse what is; life to death, sound to silence, dark to light, male to female.”

He took a step back and shook his head. “If that is so, why are you telling me this?”

She smiled. “Because you didn’t run. You took my hand. You are the only one that has ever taken my hand and…I am tired. We all are.”

He felt moisture saturating both of his palms now but it wasn’t from her words it was out of sheer fear. “What am I supposed to do?”

Reflection studied him, stared at him with what looked like annoyance. “You are to make it stop.”

If there was anything for him to choke on other than the shock, he most certainly would have. “Me?! How am I supposed to make this stop?! Who do you think I am?!” (END OF 15MIN)

She scrolled again and then cupped her hands before him, “You are you and you can make it stop. Destroy the bridge, please.”


Part 5 and end of the story will be posted some time this evening. 😀 I hope you have enjoyed this adventure thus far!



One thought on “The Bridge: The Day He Took Her Hand Part 4

  1. Oh wow! You sure know how to pack a punch! I LOVE this. Oh, my goodness – how is he going to do that? Which side will he be on when it happens? what will happen to him then? what will happen to Reflection? What about the others? All these questions! 😀

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