Mystery on a Bridge

  There was someone on the bridge Curving high over the dark water About half way along Then there wasn’t. Someone with a mop of ginger hair an orange top and grey track pants Standing against the railing Looking wistfully out. I looked away when a siren sounded On the headland then looked back. No splash. No disturbance of any kind. No bright lithe form spearing Through the water. No one emerging from either end. Nothing. Just someone standing on a bridge Then there wasn’t.   Continue reading Mystery on a Bridge