River Mist Tales: The Bridge

Come in, come in, the mist is rising from the river, but here you’ll find some warmth, some tales, so make yourself comfortable. There’s tea in the pot, or perchance, you brought some wee dram of your own.

The chairs by the window give the best view, allow the best hearing. Ignore the cats, no matter what they say, and don’t open the window for the tapping crows.

I’ll be working at the table in the corner, if you have any need, or she knocks upon the door. And until you stop by again, may your wonderings be bold and your imaginings be wise.

Until your next visit, until the next photograph, the next 12-line story, good fortune and safe wanderings.


The Bridge

“I knew you would come, dad always said you would come if ever we asked.

It’s a changed river way you see, changed during this past February when heavy rains and melting snow swelled the river, pushing tree trunks and branches, anything in the river’s path, pushing it all hard against the support columns.

Not the heavy old railroad bridge itself, no, the trunks hit the boardwalk, on this side, pushing out a pair of pylons, creating a hole, severing the only safe way across the river.

On either side of the breach, fences were erected to keep folks from walking out onto what was left of the foot boards, from falling into the river.

That’s the official story, what you’ll find written up in the newspapers, hear from most folks you meet on the path.

There are plans to repair the boardwalk, close that gaping hole, reopen the path connecting the east and west sides of the river.

But that’s not why I asked for help, you see a doorway was opened, through that broken hole in the boardwalk, and it’s still open.

Some strange folks have been visiting the village, you may have seen a few yourself.

Then there’s the disappearance of thirteen people, including my sister, Elspeth.

I’ve been watching the boardwalk, been watching the visitors and I’ve decided tonight, with all that silver moon light, I’m going around this fence and through that open doorway.

That’s why I asked you here, asked you to arrive by today, I’m hoping you’ll come with me, cause I need your help if I’m gonna bring Elspeth home.”

The tall, silver haired man raised a hand as if waving towards the gaping hole, turning back towards Declan he said, “Don’t worry about Elspeth, her lineage will keep her safe until we arrive.”

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