Thanks to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields for hosting FF.
Credit: Peter Abbey
Sorry about the tiny text, I don’t know how to fix it on the iPad.
Why is this bridge bothering me, besides a bit of claustrophobia? I can feel my adrenaline pumping, my fight or flight response taking over.
In the fading twilight, my eyes peer everywhere, searching for something, whatever is out there. As I step across the bridge it creaks. Then I swear I hear heavy breathing, a growl perhaps? I start to run and the end of the bridge is ten steps in front of me.
Then, I am across the bridge and I hear nothing. It’s trying not to make a sound and the silence makes me sweat. Minutes pass, I believe fifteen? I sigh, shaking my head, thinking I’ve been afraid of something I imagined.
Then, it grabs me, sharp teeth sinking in; it’s too late to scream.
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