Post by Bridge Delacroix on Nov 28, 2016 21:24:44 GMT
October 28, 2004
Bridge leaned over the railing of the wooden bridge above the pond that sat in the center of Alexandria.
The blondes expression was steady, calm even with the whimpers and sudden YIPS that came from her left.
A few sharp barks had a handful of birds squawking and screeching as they scattered into the sky. She started walking again, turning off the paved path when she came to it. The blonde turned toward the dog when he paused by the dirt.
"Come." It followed her and they went walking down the bank toward the pond. The dog trotted silently next to her, obediently heeling without any protest whatsoever. "And hush..." she added under her breath and began to focus on the quiet place that surrounded her.
The place had a lonely feel to her, like 'it' was perpetually sad...like it was just existing, with no point or purpose. It was a somber place; a place people went to think. But bridges cause was entirely different. Friar Tuck liked to chase the birds. They were migrating right now, but that would be quickly coming to a close. By mid-December, these interesting types of game birds would be on to greener pastures bluer skies.
The blonde giggled when she looked down at the anxious dog that sat at her feet. Tuck shifted on his haunches and looked up at her with a droopy smile and wide, expectant eyes.
"Well, go." she commanded and watched the stocky bull dog take off.
She grinned while she watched him try to keep his footing in the soft dirt. A few white birds that were drifting on the pond scattered as he neared and the dog began to bark up a storm.
Some crows cawed in protest before they flew away when Tuck was closer. As his paws dug into the mud he nearly toppled in, stopping just shy of the pond itself. Bridge watched the thin mud spray around the pups face up into the air. He began to shake and trotted out of sight underneath the bridge.
The woman thought to herself about the condition of the soil down there. For as damp as the bank was here, the dirt ran closer to the water there. The bank was steeper. He'd probably fall in; she smirked.
"Tuck," she called out to him. A moment later, a brown soggy head popped out of the water. The dog scrambled out of the water and sneezed. His paws were soggy, sinking into the dirt. Bridge watched with mild amusement as he struggled in the mud before he disappeared again under the bridge. Indifferent for the moment, to his tendencies to wander, she, herself began to drift over to a tree where the ground was flat. It wasn't too far off, but it sat alone. She found it interesting; with its heavy, drooping limbs and she decided was the one she wanted to sit underneath.
It seemed as good a place as any, better even, than most and as she neared it, she noticed other people seemed to have the same thought. It brought a small smile to her face.
So feeling a bit more peaceful than she had before, she sat down on the ground and pulled her dingy grey backpack off her shoulder. The woman crossed her legs and pulled them close to her body. Bridge got a few things out of her bag and smiled when her eyes rose to the empty waters.
That's when the calm expression on her face turned to one of concern. The woman jumped and felt her body tense as she took a look around.
There was nothing to see...something to be heard?
There certainly was.
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