The bridge between
by Taurenelle
Letters rained from a hundred feet above, flirting with the river, arguing with the wind, and woefully landing on the collection of discarded goods Gabriel called his home.
The woman, casting memories like thunder from a scorned parapet, watched him as he collected her broken promises, barefoot and shivering.
Gabriel added them to the pile of burning litter, keeping him warm.
His dejected eyes met hers, and they silently sang a thousand elegies in the dimming light.
Despondent lips quivered as she attempted to grasp yesterday in the floating embers, her sorrows helping him survive another night.
And his, her.
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