Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone. WonHundredWordWednesdays

I'm involved with a Facebook group that challenges writers every Wednesday to write 100 word stories based an weekly prompt. I don't know how often I'll get around to doing it, but I did this week.

He stepped forward upon the narrow bridge over the silver water and each step he took was matched by the other. Step by step, their footfalls simultaneous and firm, echoed up the creek along the banks.

Mirrored in the moonlight, they met at the center.

“We’ve come a long way old friend,” Henry said.

“A long way.”

“And this is all there is?”

“All there ever was.”

“All?”

“Yes. Welcome home.”

Henry gazed at himself and understood. He reached out his hands and pulled himself to himself and embraced.

Old friends, long apart come together again.

A lifelong journey done.