The Bridge

river view

This is one of my early works that I managed to keep. This very short story was written as an in class assignment for one of my creative writing courses I took in college. The assignment was to find a magazine or newspaper picture and write a story on what came to mind from that picture. This story is based on a magazine picture of 2 girls wearing a blue knit hat, blue sweater, and blue jeans. For some reason the picture instantly made me think of a family walking along a bridge in a park on a cool fall day. From there, The Bridge, was born.

“The Bridge”

It was one of those typical days, cool, but usually nice when Erin and other young children would walk across the bridge to watch the older children play soccer, something they hoped to do when they were older. On the other side of the bridge they would see other older children and adults riding boats, having picnics, and other fun stuff. When it was a nice day you could see that.

But today wasn’t such a nice day. Erin, always getting whatever she wants, insisted on going to the bridge to see these things. Her parents, disagreeing with the idea, since it was cold, told her not today and besides no other children would be there. Unhappy with her parents’ decision, she started to cry and rant and rave about how people are always out there when she goes to the bridge. Her parents, who have always tried to please her, told her they would get her anything she wants if she chooses to go to the bridge on a better day.

Erin said, “I already have everything and I want to go to the bridge.” Her parents, giving in again to her demands, said, “We’ll take you to the bridge, but if we go, and no one is there, then we’ll never take you to the bridge again.”

So they started to get ready to go to the bridge. Erin put on her favorite outfit—a bright blue sweater and a light blue knitted hat, as well as a pair of jeans. Erin and her parents headed to the bridge.

When they got there, as her parents have said, no one was there. Her parents were sort of happy because they were tired of going to the bridge and hopefully if she stopped going there, she would forget about the bridge and find other things to do. All of a sudden, Erin burst into tears. Her parents, now feeling bad, told her she could still go to the bridge and should stop crying.

Erin said, “I wasn’t only crying because I couldn’t go the bridge. I was crying because I wish to be down there swimming and canoeing, or playing sports with other kids, and have picnics by the lake. The bridge was my way of being a part of that, but now it’s over.”

Her parents said, “You can still do these things without the bridge. Next week, we can have a picnic by the lake, and in the summer, we can go on boat rides and canoeing. Someday, when you’re older, you can play sports with your friends by the lake. You don’t need the bridge to do all these things.”

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