The Man On The Bridge

"Uh, hello. Who are you?" I ask. The man didn't answer. I glance over at Hillary, she stands there with a perplexed look on her face. I slowly look back at the man. He just stands there, staring off into space. He has startling, sad blue eyes, with short-cropped dark hair. He looks about in his late 30's. He's handsome, and muscular. "If only." He mumbled. "If only that old man left her alone, I could go back to 1964."