That bridge has become my special spot. It was a place where I would sit and daydream about the life I could have had, and should have had. That car crash had taken more from me than I would have thought possible. My confidence, my ambitions, and my mental health. Everything had declined, and all that remained was an empty shell.
So every day I came to sit and watch trains coming and going. How I wished I could have been one of the commuters travelling to and from their destinations with some form of purpose. I yearned for nothing more.
I wrote this in response to this week’s fandango’s flash fiction challenge.