(AIASP) Danger Bridge Ahead

Danger Bridge ahead.

Heh. We always said it, "Dangerbridge ahead".

So, I'm gonna cross Dangerbridge. Why does the
thought fill me with dread.

The stream trickles under Dangerbridge. Funny, to
think I'm scared. Why should I be scared of a stream.

Chris strips down to his Underoos and jumps in. He
hoots as the cold hits him. Dares my brother and me to
jump in. We strip down and take the plunge.

Shift. Odd. Cormorant creek. My brother and I are fishing.
Mess of Brim on the stringer. I hate cleaning fish.

New school. First person I meet. I see that old sign in my
mind. Dangerbridge.

I awake. The restraints are still there. I can feel the drool
running down my cheek. I start screaming and working against
the leather straps holding me down.

The orderlies come in, and inject me.

Slowly.....so slowly, I leave that strange place, for one I know better.

TW

Interesting piece, Two Worlds. Although, I think this is more like poetry than short fiction. I did like the concept of a person in a strange place, that strange place being an insane asylum, and escaping once again into a place that seems strange at first, but is really where he lives all the time, in his mind.

As poetry its a pretty good start, but I think it needs a few more drafts to measure up to its potential...tighten up the imagery to the vocabulary and meaning. Creepy and strange, in a good way. Thanks for sharing.