Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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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