Don’t burn your bridges.
They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into. Soot stains mark its splintering wood, and the beams that hold it aloft from the burbling river below reek of a deep rot that creeps up the grain.
In the fine sand that settled on its top, I can see the footprints that cross back and forth. My footprints. The steps I took as I refused to move on. Restless pacing and indecisiveness, I had unintentionally made this bridge my home.
In the end I decided I’m not going that way. I let the flaming torch drop and felt the fire warm my back as I walked.
Odd, quirky, with a slightly warped sense of humour, Thomas is a an author from the down-under, writing of life's oddities. Never liking to stay in one place for long, he writes in an array of genres, though will always find his passion in fantasy and sci-fi. Currently he is working on his passion project, 'The Ended Saga'.
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