Bear Mountain Bridge: A Short Story

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“Where are you Stephanie”, a voice called, bringing her back. The scene evaporated, no longer in a bedroom, “I’m outside,” she asserted. Unencumbered, the moon blazed, revealing a gleaming bridge, “Bear Mountain Bridge, It’s a few meters in front of me,” her family had walked over the bridge a plethora of times. “Are you alone?” "Yes." On second glance, she was now under the same bridge. “No,” she realized. “At first, but there are others.” She peered closer, "children, cold and huddling near a fire." "Are there adults with you?" "Yes, a man snoring, he’s lying in a cardboard box.” With a child’s perception, she surveyed the scene, but then, something furry settled into her tiny
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