underbridge

Breaking from the pull of the sidewalk, he finds himself under a bridge. The sound is louder here, resonating in the default chambers of bridge support. He notices a figure tucked into the vertex of retaining wall and bridge. She unfolds herself and slides down in such a focused way that he begins to plot his retreat. But as the image of her reveals itself, he reconsiders. “Where are you going?” she asks. This is an unreasonable request, he thinks to himself. He obviously has no means of transport other than his own body. But she seems damaged—a weakness for him.