By John Asbill
“I live in the line of red lights, on the bridge next to the frozen lake where the smoke stacks are. If you squint a little, you can see them glow in the sunset.” She pointed west.
“What do you do there?”
“We mostly scream at each other.”
“What do you scream?”
“Move.”
“Do they?”
“No. Not for a long time. Not since my grandmother was a kid. I don’t think they even know how.”
“Then why does everyone keep screaming at each other?”
“It’s just what you do there.”
“Oh. Is it nice there?”
“No, not really. But it’s home.”
Unassuming and brilliant in its simplicity. I love this.
I’m so happy you liked it!
This story has such a charming vibe, I love it!
Thank you for reading my story!
If everyone screamed at me, I’d run for the bridge, too. Good story, John.
Thank you for reading!
Shades of “better the devil you know…” We’ve all been there, hesitant to cross that invisible line seperating the known from the unknown. You – have crossed that line with this fine piece of writing.
That’s what I was aiming for. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
And with each passing traffic, passed the life itself. Impeccable writing John!
Thanks for reading my story!