100 Word Story – Friday Fictioneers – Under the Bridge

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Under the Bridge

It was just a stretch of highway that crossed over a creek. 

Nothing special to look at, not worth travelling to seek.

We lived under the bridge, it gave us shelter from the rain

We had nothing much to live for, just more misery and pain.

How many more people have fallen through the cracks?

Shelter under bridges, on the wrong side of the tracks?

Each day an ordeal through which we must be brave.

Do not seek us under bridges, all you’ll find now, is our grave.

[90 word]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/November/2018

I started out writing a story, but It kept falling into a pattern and it became a poem. I am sorry if this does not comply with the rules, but creativity sometimes has a life of its own. 

This was written for Friday Fictioneers Challenge, see the link:

Flash Fiction Challenge – The Fugitives

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle De Angelis. 


They’d received word that the fugitives were heading their way, so he gave the order to raise the bridge and put all his men on red alert.

The soldiers donned their black body armour and brandished their guns in preparation to terminate the targets. The orders were clear. Shoot on contact.

These fugitives called themselves freedom fighters. When will they learn that resistance is futile? The will of the Council is paramount, the greater good must prevail. No alternative doctrine can be tolerated. Freedom? independence? what point is all that next to prosperity? The council had brought prosperity to those who were faithful to their cause. Let the rest starve. The Bridge Commander waited eagerly for his moment to shine. He would be the one responsible for annihilating these rebel scum.

He watched the road. In the distance, he could see dust rising from a small convoy. They were ready.

Behind him, on the river, a yacht sailed under the open bridge and out to sea carrying those last few guardians of freedom to safety.

[175 words]


This story was written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge.

See here for details.