Bridge to nowhere

The Palace of Wheels, Rajasthan, India 

“There was a girl in the compartment. She asked if I’ve come for her, and gave me this piece of paper.”

The attendant quietly took the paper from me, and scanned it.

“Here it is ….. November, 1960”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s the spirit of a girl who died in a sandstorm, while waiting for her saviour to arrive.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“She found a bridge to nowhere, and no one waiting on the other end.” His voice dripped in sadness.

Am I the saviour who did not reach her?

27 thoughts on “Bridge to nowhere

      1. Actually, no, I’m not. I’ve watched a few “classic” black and white horror films from the 1950’s or so, but not the modern stuff… scares me too much and I wake up screaming. Reading them, though, doesn’t often have the same effect.

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