Where Does This Take You?

She walked down to the bridge of her memories, straining to see if he had come. He would come; of that she had no doubt and would be contented to wait for him.

He had left her there with his promise and his sweet kiss. She held tightly to memory, feeling the soft brush of his fingertips through her hair.

She would wait, and she would return to this bridge, her precious memory bridge, every day for as long as it took.

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Could this be a more romantic setting? Right down to the pink highlights on the stones beneath the bridge, like some sort of sunrise had cast a reflection in the pool.

From the scroll-work along the edge, to the jungle that makes up the backdrop, this bridge just oozes young love, the touch of a hand, the brush of a first kiss.

But then the suspense writer in me can also see a figure in black underneath the bridge with the above ooey-gooey goes on. Someone with a sinister purpose who just bides his time for the lovers to separate? Oooooo, now THAT'S something I could get into!

Where does this beautiful bridge take your imagination???