Friday Fictioneers- South Side

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

100 words

When I was fourteen years old they finished construction of the Bay street bridge. It connected the north and south sides of Mindenville.

I had many fond memories crossing that bridge to see Betty, my girlfriend since middle school. She lived on the south side of town.

Its funny how fast things fall apart.

Heroin hit Mindenville hard in 1994. Soon after Betty stopped going to school. More often than not, I would find her under that bridge.

When she died I left Mindenville.

I pass through sometimes on business.

I always spit out the window when I cross the bridge.

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26 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers- South Side”

    1. Thanks Dale! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I think it is good that he got away as well. Driving through central/eastern Nevada you see a lot of towns hit hard by the opioid epidemic and it seems to have a way of tearing everything apart. I don’t wish it on my worst enemy to be honest

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  1. As a therapist who works more with the family of addicts than with the addicts themselves, I can truly feel the pain and loss.

    I do wonder, though, what is the significance of spitting out the window when crossing the bridge? Spitting is not typically a sign of respect, but of the exact opposite.

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    1. Addiction is definitely a plague on our country. I think you do a great service to many people 🙂

      The way I imagine it, the narrator is angry at what the bridge took from him. And is angry that the bridge exists as his connection to the town. Just anger all around. I am sure he still holds his love’s memory in a special place.

      Thanks for reading, and comment 🙂

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