Under the Bridge

The dim river rippled at its calmest directly under the bridge. It's one of the three reasons the jacketed man chose to spend his daily lunch hour there. The second reason proved itself as he was sitting there, on this here Friday. The mother of two electric kids only had to take one look at the shadowy man, with the emotionless facial features, sitting within the creeping darkness under the bridge, to make the judgement that any other route would be safer than this one. The pale man found great comfort within this lonely environment, even if he was beginning to realise that it was draining him, numbing him. 'Oh well', he thinks, before turning his head to reason three. At this time of day the sunlight gently kisses an elongated marble structure that's full of shape. It's beautiful, gorgeous. If only he felt comfortable vocalising these warm thoughts. If only he had someone to tell them to...

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