Over the bridge

When I started this blog all I did was post passages from other writers. I am going to do that again now.

Ah, the Brooklyn Bridge. You seem to be hovering over a shimmering beauty. The lights dance off of the top of Manhattan’s skyscraper spires and sweep the water, strike and hold your eye prisoner. These are wickedly enchanting depths; you gasp and hold yourself still, leaning as far out over the bridge as you can, and spreading your arms out. 

From Princess here