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Last part(I promise) "The Bridge"(A dark comedy) by R. Dale Johnson
I apologize for the ending.
She was cold and stiff and had a hard time climbing over the rail. Finally she was standing in front of him on the walkway trembling with the cold and more...Her soft face was as white as snow in the dim light.
“What’s your name girl.” He asked.
“Anna.” She stammered. Her teeth chattering.
“Well, Anna are you ready to give up this foolish idea now?”
“No!’ She stepped back toward the edge. “I gave you my money. Do like you promised.”
“If you insist, close your eyes and say a prayer. We’ll get it over with.” He said.
Anna closed her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her. Her lips moved in silent prayer. The man was thinking. “What the Hell di I do now.” when she suddenly collapsed in a heap on the ground.
He looked around as if someone might be watching and said. “I didn’t touch her. Honest!”
He bent and checked to see that she was breathing then removed his coat and wrapped her in it. Hoisting the small figure in his arms he climbed over to the roadway.
Anna woke slowly. er eyes took a long time to focus. Everything was white and bright. She groaned. Her legs hurt and there was pain in her groin. She tried to move but found herself strapped down with IV’s in her arms.
“You’re awake!” a voice said.
“Mom!” She said. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital, Dear.” Her mother answered. “Everything is gonna’ be alright. A man found you passed out on the bridge and brought you here in a cab. You were almost frozen to death.”
“Why am I so sore? Did that man rape me and beat me up?” The sedative in the IV drip was making her groggy.
“Oh no, honey. I’m afraid you had a miss-carriage. The Doctor said it was from the cold and stress.”
Anna turned her head into the pillow and closed her eyes. “Where is he?” She mumbled.
“You mean the guy who brought you in? He’s gone. Just walked off. Did you want to thank him?”Her mother asked.
“Not really . Anne murmered. The bastard beat me out of twenty dollars”.
THE END (I PROMISE)
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