Nearly fifty years old since it's last remodeling, this dilapidated wooden bridge is the original link between the east and west sides of the city, and has been replaced in recent years by a newer bridge about two miles downriver. Although cars are no longer allowed to cross here, it is a favorite hangout for the population’s youth. Gangs and other shady characters tend to frequent the area at night, and the lack of street lamps across the expanse of the structure adds to the danger during the dark hours.
*There on the sun*
Posted on October 10, 2008 at 09:51:16 PM by Nicholas
Nick kept his mouth shut this time. He thrashed from side to side, trying to drag White off the bridge at the same time.
Luke smiled proudly as he watched his son fight. "Give her hell, son." He said quietly, mostly to hear himself.
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- Life - By White Feathers October 10, 2008 at 09:55:10 PM
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