Bridge

“Did you find it?”

“Find what?”

“You didn’t even look for it, did you?”

He stuck his thumbs under the straps of his pack, adjusting the weight on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding me?” A look of annoyance swept over her face.

They walked up the ramp of the bridge. From one place to another.

“I have no idea what we are talking about.”

“You didn’t look, did you?” She shook a finger at him. “I asked you about it yesterday.”

His mouth fell open. “Those emails? I probably deleted them.”


Picture is copyright by Mariano Mantel.

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