Photo credit: Nicolas Raymond
She stops before the bridge. Nobody stands guard. Not even a sign. But the law rules as strong here as where the river flows wide.
An invisible line between peoples. Between too-long-lost and not-yet-found.
“At the crossroads, let your heart turn you,” Da used to say. No such free-feeling options here: left or right, one adventure or another. Only forward to likely infamy, or backward to certain shame.
Da would not approve. Yet she cannot navigate his heart’s path.
Betrayal, she now knows, takes as many forms as the honorable dreams that inspire it.
“I’m sorry, Da.”
She steps forward.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting! See the original photo prompt below, and click here to see the other stories based on it.
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