The Bridge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
He is going over the bridge.What is he going to do? What are they going to do to him!? what will the sharks do?

Submitted: October 17, 2015

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Submitted: October 17, 2015




3. The Bridge

He parked his car near the entrance of the bridge and looked around. Not even a bird was in sight. "No, he won't be here in time to give me a ticket," he mumbled to himself.  He grinned and then nodded smiling. "The bastard gave me that ticket just a little further up the bridge last time! But today he will be here for a big surprise!"

He took a long breath. He had such a profound feeling of delight that he had not experienced in ages. "Soon there will be no more doubts, no more fears, no more anger, no more disgust, and no more frustration," he mumbled to himself. “How wonderful!”

He was on the main body of the bridge now. There were no cars in sight. He decided to take a short walk so that he would be a bit further away from his car. "Let the bastard give me a ticket!" he mumbled to himself. "Let him give me two tickets for all I care, or even three, or ten!" He chuckled. He then stretched out his arms and took a long breath.  “I’ve got to finish the job before someone comes by,” he muttered to himself. “I’ve walked enough. It’s time now. The time of my relief!”

 He took hold of an iron bar and tried to pull himself up. He was big and heavy and had not exercised for quite some time. So he didn’t make it. He tried again.

"Hey," he then heard someone say. "Do you want me to give you a hand!?"

It was a rather old man sitting somewhere in the dark across the bridge. The nearest bridge lamp was pretty far away from him so the man just looked like a shadow.

"It'll cost you though…!" the man added in a drowsy tone of voice.

"What!?" the first man asked. "What will cost me!?"

  • Helping you up! Donchu wano go up there and jump!?

There was a long pause before the man spoke up again. "No need to worry. I've seen it happen before,” he almost shouted. “You’re not the first one you know…not the last one either!"

He stopped, and the place grew quiet again. Only the sound of  the gust of wind could be heard.

 "How much?" the first man asked a while later.

"Ten bucks!" the second man said after a pause.

“Just to help me get up there?” the first man asked in surprise.

“You wano go to heaven, donchu?” the second man asked. “It ain’t much for…all those angels and the fuckin and all. Is it?”

"Okay," the first man said chuckling. He then stuck his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet.

 The second man was now striving to get up. He finally pushed himself up with the help of a bottle he had in his hand, and began a slow, zig-zag stroll across the bridge. "Hey you," he said as he came closer to the first man, "Why donchu give me your wallet," he added, "You won't be needin it up there no more, will you?"  He paused and added after letting out a burp, "The sharks won't need it either,” he added.

"What sharks!?" the first man said while stretching out his right arm to give him a couple of bills.

"Gimme the wallet…too," the other man insisted. "What's it…to you? You look like…a very rich…guy!" He paused for a few seconds before he added, “The god-damned angels in …the fuckin paradise need no dough either.”

"What sharks!?" the first man repeated irritably.

The second man shrugged his shoulders. "The sharks…which will be eating…your damned corpse down here…when you’re…fuckin the angels up there," he said.  He paused for some seconds before he added, "Down the bridge I mean… after you're…good and dead!"

 Now the two men were standing face to face. The first man was about four inches taller and ten years younger than the other one. The second man's clothes stank as if he hadn't taken a bath for ages. The first man had to cover his nose to deter the stench.

Heavy silence filled the space between them for some seconds.

 "You got a couple of bucks on you?" a shrieking voice was heard then, coming from somewhere in the dark.

 "The son-of-a-bitch didn't pay me!" a limping woman said bouncing out of the darkness. "The bastard broke the heel of my shoe when he threw me out of his fuckin car!" she added.

 "Here," the older man said offering her one of the bills "You can have…this," he added, "This guy has…plenty of them.  He’s not givin...them to me. He is goino give’em all…to the sharks.” 

 "What the hell is the matter with’im," the woman asked putting the bill in her pocket. "Why don't he be needin it?" she mumbled. 

"His wife and kids just got killed…or somethin," the second man said. "He's got nobody in this God damned world," he added. "All he’s got… is…a big pile of money!"

"Is that right?" asked the woman looking at the first man, as shewent on searching for something in her purse.

 "No!" said the first man emphatically.

 "Why then?" asked the woman lighting a cigarette. "Why the hell do you wanno fuck yourself !?"

"Two of his ships sank last night," said the older man with a grin nodding his head.

 "You silly old fool," said the first man crossly. "All you guys can think of is money! What in the hell is the use of money!"

There was a long pause. The woman and the second man were now staring at him. "What the fuck is the matter with you then?" said the woman finally. "You got money and everythin, why do you…" she took a long puff at her cigarette before she added, "You've gone nuts or somethin!?"

 "No, I 'm not crazy… I'm perfectly sane,” said the first man grumpily, “I'm just sick and tired! "

The second man burped. He had taken the last sip out of the liquid in his bottle. He threw it high over the bridge railings. "Sick and tired … of what!?" grumbled the woman.

"Everything!" moaned the first man. "All my life…I've had everything…everything I ever wanted…food ,drink, toys, money, house, boats, horses, cars…"

 "Yah…!?" said the woman staring at something over the bridge railing.

"So, what in the world…what in the hell is the point of this useless, tiresome, miserable life!!?" asked the first man in a frustrated tone of voice.

 "What a fuck!” grumbled the woman, “You mean…," asked the woman with interest, "You you've got so much dough you don't know what to do with it?"Horney

 "Of-course he does!" said the older man. "He is goino give a chunk of it to me … to buy a ship-full of steaks and whisky!"

"You ain't got a girl?" asked the woman with more interest.  "I can fix you… you know! " she added brushing her hair with both hands.

The first man was now gazing at the darkness beyond the bridge railings.

"Will you give me…that wallet now?" asked the second man after a while, holding out his right hand. "It's gettin late! The fuckin angels up there are Horney and the damned sharks down here are starved!"

The first man suddenly turned around and looked back. "Oh my God," he said anxiously, "That devilish cop may be towing away my car!"

 He pushed the other man and the woman out of his way and began to run.





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