Bridge Stories

A small mouse and an elephantWent out to jog one dayThey ran along the countrylaneAnd chatted all the wayThe pair then came upon an bridgeThat crossed a little brookAnd as they ran straight over itIt rattled and it shookIt bent and almost cracked And it made such an awfull noiseThat in the church six miles away The rev'rent raised his voiceWhen mouse spoke to the elephantHe really had to shout:"Remind me when we cross nex...

It hurts, every step I take hurts. Sometimes I stumble, sometimes I just fall asleep between steps, sometimes I see things -- my little boy telling me: "Papa, almost there." or my eldest son looking at me, pale-faced, worried, silent. When I look again they're gone, as if they were never there, I must be hallucinating. But they're so real. Almost 16 hours since that fight, since the pain became unbearable. Almost 16 hours...

“Whoaaa…” I answer as the first gust hits and she heels over, her rail dipping into the sea. Her bow pulls windward and I pull the wheel back while easing the mainsheet. A few minutes earlier the fog had moved in, leaving me suddenly surrounded in mist. I could see the bow, but beyond that was a mystery. Worse than a mystery, there was a bridge ahead; a railway bridge, and beyond that another bridge for cars. But between...