save it for a rainy day woman.

the boy’s grandfather commented on the high, cathedral ceilings. his aged face showed it’s usual mixture of boredom and contentment, but was also crossed with a touch of anticipation.
neither family had met before. and they still haven’t, in reality.
the boy felt like he needed to relax. he hadn’t seen her yet and had plenty of time.
so off he went.
his mother told him not to go far. reminded him not to cross the bridge.
he lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out into the air of the old city as he walked.
he went over the bridge. and he knew that he wasn’t supposed to.
at the end of his walk, the boy looked at his watch and saw that he needed to get back. he sprinted through the night.
they’d closed the bridge.
there were people throwing their bodies into the water to try and get across.
holding onto eachother to stay afloat.
the ones that did make it to the other side were picked out of the dark water by the police and driven away to god knows where.
it was starting to get ridiculous. he was going to be late, and he was going to get in trouble.
from the corner of his eye, he saw a line forming.
he willingly jumped into the queue, and a little girl told him "it won’t be long now". he smiled, looked at his watch, and hoped she was right.

-jav