It was the best story I'd read.
For months after, I'd check the wardrobe every night, but there was never a bridge.
And some nights I'd lie in bed, crying myself to sleep because I felt so sad for that lonely monster.
And some nights I'd lie there scared in case the wardrobe door opened.
But most nights I'd force myself to believe, I'd give myself headaches willing that bridge into existence.
But I could never make it happen. So I wrote this story. And now, if only in your imagination, that bridge is real, isn't it?
It exists again.
Neville Hunt 20 days ago
It most certainly is real young man, you never needed to doubt it.
This has been a lovely story Drew. I delighted in reading it. It’s rather nice to write your own personal story I think, and this one is beautifully written.
Aishling 19 days ago
Very nice. Reminds me a lil' about Bridge to terribithia
Christopher 19 days ago
Wonderful, Drew. If we could keep that innocence and optimism we have as children the world wouldn't be in the shape it's in.
Drew Martyn 19 days ago
Thanks all. It was one of those stories that had a big impression on me at the time and obviously still does. It was something about losing that innocence and optimism, like Christopher said, and at the same time losing that idea that anything is possible if you have belief. Glad you all enjoyed it :)
Jamie Clapperton 16 days ago
Coming away from this with a sense that it isn't after all too late to make, or repair, one or two important connections in life. Thank you Drew.
Drew Martyn 12 days ago
Thanks Jamie - no, it's never too late for anything in my view. And if you're looking to repair connections, good luck mate :)