The Bridge by JackBrown (storytelling rock&roll) published on 2019-07-20T22:34:03Z Adapted from a story by https://soundcloud.com/mark-klenk = = = = = = = = (El Puente) I stepped up to the edge and looked down. There was no floor in sight. Just down. I had to cross. And the only way over this chasm was an ancient walkway suspended with twine - the Bridge. I held my breath and took my first step over the edge. Slowly placing my full weight on the wooden plank beneath my feet. It held. I took a second tentative step. Then a third. Testing each piece. Dizzy with fear. Fighting to keep my eyes fixed on the other side. I was halfway across when it happened. I heard a crack of wood. My stomach plunged as my feet fell out from under me. Everything seemed to move outside of time. The rope tore into my clenched fist. I was hanging, spinning above the emptiness. I clawed and I fought my way back up to the Bridge. Heart and head pounding. I had to keep going. I continued on concentrating only on the wood beneath my feet. Finally I forced my eyes up. Only three more steps to go. Two. Now one. I collapsed to the solid ground beneath me. Safe. It had taken a lifetime to conquer but it was over. I got up. Staggered away from the Bridge in numb celebration. And then it hit me. Sucking the air from my lungs. I realized that I got turned around out there. And now here I am, back where I started, still needing to go to the other side. = = = = = = = = = Image by http://MarkKlenk.com Genre Storytelling Comment by JackBrown (storytelling rock&roll) @jack-s-444608373: Thanks! 2019-07-25T16:09:02Z Comment by Mark Klenk super clear sound! 2019-07-25T06:19:34Z Comment by Mark Klenk makes me want to write it all over again! :) 2019-07-25T06:19:15Z Comment by Kruel Music Hits hard love that riff!! 2019-07-24T15:33:22Z