The Bridge

She stood at the edge of the portal as the moon crept up over the clouds and the chill of the night descended. It was exactly like the place she had seen in her dreams, the place Lennox had told her about. If she crossed the bridge, she might never return or see her family again, and yet it was calling to her, like a rhyme she couldn’t get out of her head. Lennox had told her she could trust him. Slowly she took a step towards the gateway to the imaginary land she had inhabited all her life. She was going to The White World, going home.