How bridges mean an end (or two)


Bridges should unite not part, they should be more beginnings than an end. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, just like it did the day they called:

“Is this Joanne Wilkinson?”, an unfamiliar voice
“Yes”
“The wife of Terence Wilkinson?”

She still recalled how concrete clouds had settled, how in an instant glass can shatter and metal crumble. How a bridge can sometimes be an end.

She bent down and added yet another rose, the last of summer, to the wayside altar she had built..

“Terence, I am coming”, and jumping she felt him calling from the water deep below.


This week I took another melancholy route, to walk along a bridge is sometimes for the sole purpose of committing suicide. Very often it can be prevented if we just take better care of those around us likely to have suicide thoughts.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and many talented writer join every week to write 100 words on the same picture.

September 23, 2015

57 responses to “How bridges mean an end (or two)

  1. So tragic. I don’t even like to think about but we should because there are a lot people hurting in the world. Nice tie with the phone and the flash back for a powerful story, Bjorn. Well done.

  2. “Bridges should unite, not part…”, beautiful words, and while they mean an end for Joanne, they also unite her with Terence. The inner logic and consistency of the story is impressive. I didn’t know a bridge could have so many meanings.

  3. Methinks that bridge and leaden sky have a Nordic look about them that invites melancholy and tragedy. Perhaps I’ve been watching too many Nordic crime series on TV. It is the perfect setting for the story you tell so well. I feel the chill, first of bad news, then of the watery grave.

  4. Awesomely written. Why is that when we see bridges we ponder who has jumped or attempted from them? My character was saved by the grace of a passing stranger 🙂

  5. Another beautiful piece, Björn, “melancholy” or not! This is reality for so many, and a bridge does indeed conjure that reality. You’ve really captured all of the emotion and struggle of that.

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