The Third Pillar

“At this point we both thought it would be a good idea to leave, so we turned around and that’s when we saw the train coming from the other direction. I don’t know why we didn’t hear it sooner but by the time we did, we knew we couldn’t get of the bridge on time. We had to choose between running away from the train, or away from the ghosts. Ian came up with a third alternative and so we held on the edge of the bridge and swung our legs down.”

“Geez, that must be a four storey drop.” Gary the barman said.

The brothers exchanged a miserable look.

“Yes, it is.” Piet said with a sigh.

In the end, the brothers had to let go. Dropping to the tarmac below they dragged themselves to their feet, and although Ian broke his ankle, they managed to run to their battered old Ford. Everyone in the bar was quiet, replaying the scene in their heads.

“You boys sure have a lot of heart. I don’t think I would go out there on a night like this.” Gary said.





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