February 27, 2018 by Alfonso Acosta
406 – Bridges
It was a beautiful sight.
The flickering lights playing a game of tag with the sensuous dancing shadows.
He watched in silence.
A thin smile fluttered on his lips as he remembered a phrase he’d read so long ago…
“May the bridges I burn light the way.”
Well, this one was burning pretty brightly now. He nonchalantly threw the empty matchbox over his shoulder and turned to face the open road. He wasn’t sure where he was going. Frankly, he didn’t care. All he knew for sure was there was no turning back.