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flax-golden tales: bridge use restricted

July 20th, 2012 by erin

bridge use restricted

We reach the bridge on the third day, in the late afternoon with the sun just starting to sag into the trees. We are tired and hungry, having eaten the last of the almost-stale scones with honey hours before, and overjoyed to have finally reached our next landmark.

We whoop and shout enough to scare the nearby birds but we fall silent when we notice the sign.

No one warned us of this part, though few had set down this path before and returned to share the particulars. We did not expect the bridge, this fabled bridge we had heard about that seemed solid and eternal in our imaginations, to be so narrow and flimsy and have formally posted restrictions.

“Do Not Run” seems understandable given the rickety construction, but “Limited To Three Pedestrians” gives us pause, leaving us shuffling our formerly eager feet in the dirt with four pairs of eyes refusing to make contact.

We decide, after some debate, that it is likely not an enforceable restriction and we should all cross, but one at a time so that there are never more than three of us at once.

No one wants to be last, just in case, so we break a stick and draw straws and I am only slightly surprised to find the short one in my hand when I open my eyes.

My companions cross slowly, it seems an eternity before the third begins to walk, and when she is almost halfway with the other two safely on the far side and watching nervously, I shift my pack on my shoulders and prepare to step forward.

Before I even lift my foot the bridge has vanished, leaving me standing alone next to another sign that instructs me to continue west to the other bridge, and beneath the sign is a warm honeyed scone.


About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.


4 Responses to “flax-golden tales: bridge use restricted”

  1. Marcheline says:

    Now THAT was delicious.

    P.S. Come visit my place… I’ve gotten a facelift! *wink*

  2. brianne says:

    friends or a warm scone. the decision would be hard:)

  3. One thing of many that I enjoy about your take on things is your understanding that magic is more complex than our culture imagines. Sometimes it seems that we think of it as *poof* or like taking a pill when we are ill and immediately feeling better. To me, it’s more like taking herbs for a period of time, staying focused on the outcome, letting it go, and having the desired outcome arrive.

    Marco and Celia–and your card-reader–seem to have that understanding.

  4. Shirley Hardee says:

    I loved this… about a full book. “The Night Circus” wonderful. Ready for more!