We had grown up together but, at 75, the years had
not dimmed her beauty one bit. I smiled
as I recalled all the times her magnificent scarlet span had seen me safely to
and from my busy life in the City so many years ago. It was fitting that she should take me on
this final passage home.
I gave the old girl a kiss, and as I leapt into
the cold, fierce wind, one delicate shaft of sunlight broke through the clouds,
illuminating the top of the bridge’s south tower with such beauty that I longed
for just one moment more.
But I could not turn back time.
This post is
in response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “scarlet.”
