This is my story for #FridayPictureShow
A rope bridge stretched in front of her, fog obscuring the
other side. Gram’s voice called, but fear held Tracy back. What if she fell? It was the same dream she had every night…every night except
last. Last night she knew what would happen if she fell. It was Ted’s voice that
had mocked her through the mist.
Karma’s Bridge
By Lisa McCourt Hollar
When she woke, Tracy went to the backyard. Gardening always relaxed her. Except she
found the rose bush dug up, Ted’s body gone. A voice whispered. Turning, she saw him,
grinning through decaying lips. He held the shovel she’d buried him with.
Word Count: 100
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