The Bridge

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There was an old house by the river, it looked as if it had been there for centuries. The windows dark and dusty, the house swayed in the wind. The once yellow paint on the house blistered and peeling. The house looked as if no one has lived in it for years. The river under the bridge would always change depending on the weather. On good days it would be a light turquoise color. If the sun shone on the river just right, you could see signs of life swimming in the water. When the sky is murky and dark, the river would turn inky and depressing. The bridge was old and has rusted from age. The support beams were covered in rust, whenever it rained the stench of rust would fill the air. The sky was full of clouds looming in the horizon. Every now and then the clouds would flash with lightning. Park Minji walked onto the bridge and rubbed her hand on the bridge. The rust came off and clung to her fingers. Looking down at the water, the river was so dark that she couldn't see anything except an inky black. She reached her hand down and picked some rocks off of the bridge. One by one the rocks would drop into the water with a plop and disappear. Just like her problems, dropping one by one into her and never coming back, never being right again. Minji would always travel 4 hours to this secluded place just to stand on the bridge and look at the water. Sometimes she would just sit there, sometimes she would scream and shout with rage, and other times she would lay on the dirt next to the river and watch the sky. She didn't know if anyone lived in that old house, she has never seen anyone come out or go in, not that any of it mattered to her anyway.