The bridge.
You timidly place one foot on the rickety bridge, gripping the ropes holding up the bridge tightly. Slowly you edge along the rotten planks forming the bridge. Suddenly you foot goes straight through an especially rotten plank. Slowly you pull your foot back up, gripping the rope so tightly that you draw blood in both of your palms.
You cautiously step onto the next plank but that breaks under your weight too. You realise that you should have chosen the boat as you try to go back to the bank and the planks give up altogether and you plummet to the water down below.
You might have survived the fall had it not been for the man-eating flatfish waiting in the depths of the river for you.
© copyright Rachel James 1998