The bridge stood in front of him, glaring at him as though it were a beast staring him down. He sat on the bench overlooking the water, trying to get up the courage to get back in his car and drive across. He had always been terrified of bridges. He wouldn’t tell most people that, but it was a fear driven deep into him by his grandmother, when his grandfather had threatened to drive them both of the bridge and end all of their lives. This may not be the the bridge that had ultimately taken his grandparents lives, but he hated it nonetheless.
Zion drew in a deep breath and stood from the bench. He needed to get back on the road. He had a long way to go, and his mother was expecting him. Besides, the baby girl sleeping at his feet was going to get hungry soon, and he wanted to be further along before she woke. His little girl lay sleeping in her car seat at his feet, content to nap in the fresh air. He bent down to lift up her car seat, then headed towards the car. The sooner he could get across the bridge, the better. He needed help raising his little girl. Her mother was nowhere to be found, and his little girl needed someone to help raise her. His mother had done a great job of raising him and his sisters, and he knew she would be a big help raising little Freya.
By the time they reached the car, Freya was starting to wake up. He leaned down to give her a kiss as he buckled her car seat in. She fussed for a moment, then settled down and dozed back off. He hoped to get across the bridge before she woke to eat, so he hopped into the driver’s seat, put his seatbelt on, and started the engine. It was time to brave his fears.
My A-muse-ing Life 