Boy on the Bridge

Source: I Heart My Snap
Boy on the bridge

What do you see here, looking at the boy on the bridge?  Is he waiting for someone?  Looking for someone?  Remembering something?  Click on the source to visit the site from which this photo originated.

Use this photo to create a short piece of fiction.  It can be prose, poetry, ...whatever you desire.

On Monday whoever has a photo to post will do so..we may have more than one so there will be a choice to work from..if no one posts a photo on Monday Delores has promised that she will dig around and find one.

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My apologies to all whom I have confused!  I posted my take on the PhotoPrompt before I put up the photo.  

Blame it on a senior moment, brain fog, migraine moment, or being hasty!  Sorry!

The Boy who Watches and Waits

Source listed in earlier post

Mommy brings me here every day.  In the morning.  She gets me up, and I eat oatmeal.  She likes oatmeal, but I don’t.  I eat it ‘cause she tells me to.

Then we come here, to this bridge.  This is where I stand, right here by this piece of bubble gum. One time I tried to pick it up, but Mommy stopped me.  She said it was yucky.  But it tasted fine, ‘cause I licked my fingers after.

Why do I come here?  You mean, to the bridge here?  Oh.

Mommy says that the river goes all the way to the ocean.  Did you know the ocean is salty?  It is!  Oh.

She said that someday my daddy will row his boat right up to this bridge.  ‘Cause he went away to the ocean to work, and he’ll be back any day now.

Maybe tomorrow! And I’ll be standing right here!  By this bubble gum! 

Do you think my daddy will bring me some gum?