Friday Fictioneers – Bridge

Frific this week is brought to you by the number Four.

I like four, it has symmetry. As do all even numbers of course, but four is a step above. Squares and rectangles tesselate. The most simple three-dimensional structure is the four-sided pyramid. And four is the only number where you can add, multiply and power the same numbers to get the same answer; 2+2, 2×2 and 2 to the power of 2 all equal four.

But all that is true every week of course (maths is like that, it always behaves the same way). This week is a big Four week because it is FOUR years since the Queen FriFic crown passed from Madison to Rochelle.

Without Rochelle’s hard work and dedication, FriFic simply wouldn’t happen. Prompt pics like this one

 

from Peter Abbey wouldn’t appear in inboxes around the globe, and eager FriFicers wouldn’t write their 100 words each and share them in the People’s Republic of Frogtopia. So, people, let’s stand and give our loyal and loving leader a standing ovation for Four wonderful years. Long may she reign!

Here is my effort this week:

 

 

Since I was a lad I’ve loved standing on the bridge as the trains passed below. Waving to the driver then closing my eyes; feeling the ground, the bridge, the air, shudder from the train’s terrifying power .

A few years back, though, the council enclosed the bridge, spoiled my enjoyment. It wasn’t safe; people – some tragically, some deservedly – were falling to their deaths on the tracks.

Now, I like standing in the multi-storey carpark, gazing down to the solid, grey expanse of pavement below.

And closing my eyes while people – some tragically, some deservedly – fall to their deaths.