There was someone on the bridge
Curving high over the dark water
About half way along
Then there wasn’t.
Someone with a mop of ginger hair
an orange top and grey track pants
Standing against the railing
Looking wistfully out.
I looked away when a siren sounded
On the headland then looked back.
No splash.
No disturbance of any kind.
No bright lithe form spearing
Through the water.
No one emerging from either end.
Nothing.
Just someone standing on a bridge
Then there wasn’t.
John Malone 
Sad story.
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it is indeed, Carolyn: it is still so vivid
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You made it visible too, to the reader.
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Spooky. Evocative. I like it!
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that’s the trick, isn’t it? to make it vivid for the reader but NOT to load it down with description
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Unforgettable
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You can say that again, Beth and it was many years ago
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