The Morning Mist
By Donna L Martin
Things looked different in the mist covering the old bridge. It softened the edges of the world and made it seem a little less cruel. But Jack knew better than to trust the mist. He knew what happened when promises were broken and lies blanketed the truth. People got hurt.
Turning up his collar against the wind, Jack took one more look around the valley before he headed toward the stone structure. Too late to turn back now. Too many demons, too many answers waited for him at that bridge and he wasn't going to run away from the truth this time.
Maybe it was the haunting dream of Rachel last night that brought him here. Or maybe it was just the result of too many secrets kept for too many years until he no longer could tell what was real and what wasn't. Jack only knew his time had run out and his future waited for him in the morning mist...
***Okay, it's your turn. What happened next? Who was Rachel? What were the secrets Jack kept all these years? What did he find at the bridge? Leave a comment, leave a sentence, or finish the story...you decide! You don't have to run with my flash fiction piece. If someone else comments and you want to add to their story, then go for it. Let's see where this picture prompt takes us!***