The Bridge II

She was frail to the touch, like a cloud almost.


         It was mid afternoon, the hot sun blared down on the city. Summer was in full swing, and the people flocked to the pools and fountains.

         Little did they know that the few the heat were in for a big surprise.

         The next day, the storm flew in like death in the wind. Snow piled up and few verntured about. One couple however were accustomed to the rapid seasonal changes. On this fine, fine day, the two ventured across the fated bridge. The child stood there as usual yet the couple took no notice and continued unfazed till about half way across.

         The girl walked up to the two and looked into the stroller.

"How cute," she sounded sad.

         She looked up and asked

"How old?" she cocked her head and stared into the couples eyes.

         The couple was a bit frozen and tried to pass her but she blocked them quite efficiently placing herself right in front of the infant. At long last, the husband asked,

"Would you like to hold her?"

         She nodded and picked up the child. She shifted her hand to hold her with one hand, and placed the other on the top of the childs head.

In one simple move, shhe twisted it all the way around. The wife screamed into the wind. A scream that was never heard as the husband fell writhing to the ground, his head twisted in a similar fashion. Vomit was slowly creeping up her throat, and it took all of her disposition to keep it down.

Yet she let the tears free fall. Gasps and sobs were all that were heard for a few minutes until the little girl stepped sadistically towards the wife. Numb with fear, anguish and pain, all she could do when the baby was offered back to her was take it and fall to her knees with the child in her bosom.

"Your turn"......





         The next day, it was hot again.