Three Line Tale #24: Crossing the bridge

An ear-splitting crash and a sense of being thrown were all that she experienced in her last moments.
When she regained consciousness, she was on a wooden bridge, with a bicycle in her hand, walking towards a city full of skyscrapers whose silhouettes were a bright contrast against the setting glow of the sun.
She wasn’t alone, she noticed as she read the board at the end of the bridge which read “Welcome to The New Heaven”.

This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 231 prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting this challenge. If you want to participate, please visit the link for instructions and other guidelines!

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73 thoughts on “Three Line Tale #24: Crossing the bridge

      1. Haha. I thought I’ll explore your realm for a while. The light can wait. Also, it makes stalking easier. 😂 There’s no need to thank me. You’re very welcome. 😛
        My Sunday is going great so far. I’m so sad that it’s going to be over soon 😢

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      1. Chillax! It’s only been three hours. It was only a matter of time before I got there. 🤭
        But unfortunately, I don’t get a notification whenever you post ☹️ Hence, the delay.

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  1. Different from all the tales I read on the picture .
    Awesome !!

    I know I am bombarding you blog with comments and likes but that is how I can read all the blogs of everyone I love 🙂 reading everything on a daily basis is a big constraint for me :)For today , I chose your blog 😛 😛

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