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So many great prompts, so many talented writers, a whole host of brilliantly crafted responses. And mine too. Very kind of you to include it. Keep up the awesome.

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Diaphanous robes 💯

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I'm SO transparent!

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Thanks for including me in this. I really enjoyed taking part. This is a fantastic bit of writing exercise and it's wonderful to see so many great writers sharing their brilliant ideas and interpretations of the prompts... 😎

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PROMPT: BRIDGE

THE BRIDGE

Before he even knew what was happening, they had hoisted him up over the railings and were dangling him off the bridge, threatening to drop him.

It was a long way down to the icy water below.

He pleaded with them to pull him back up, but they told him no way. Not before he'd said what they needed to hear.

He would have to do it. He had no choice.

He would have to let them all be his Best Man, if they wanted to do it so badly.

This Stag Night was very rapidly getting out of control... 😎

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Thank you so much for the shoutout Miguel 🫣🫣😊

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A suspension bridge erodes memories that sway In strong wind currents across rivers eddies. The car shifts, two hands hold the steering wheel. I creep to the back seat floor. Snow melts like my yellow stained pants. Once more another bridge is crossed. Sucker Brook overflowed banks under/over/around granite rocks x. A beaver dam holds orange stained waters from saw mills sawdust. Sucker fish(Catostomus) bottom lips protrudes to suck brown trout eggs spawn. Bare hands catch, sticks pierced through the large fat lip-mouth and gills. Many caught, none eaten, except by raccoons; memories bridged cross conscious streams.

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Bridge: The bridge was blocked. Warning lights blinked furiously. Dusk encroached through the cooling air. Brake lights added a bright, frightening, reddening glow. The siren screams were piercing and disturbing. The critical connectivity of the bridge was snarled and blocked with automobile debris, shattered glass, injured bodies, and perhaps dead bodies. Headlights on the distant side of the bridge shimmered among the red flashing ones. It was ominous. With sirens wailing, messy danger ruled the bridge. Minutes will become hours on the bridge. Bathed in lights of flashing red and flickering white, warm bodies conceivably turning cold in the wreckage ahead.

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Thanks for the mention! So much talent here glad I found your substack.

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Thanks for the inclusion Miguel! Was really enjoyable to switch gears and return to poetry for the first time in so long. Great responses in this recap!

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