The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

I was sitting cross-legged on my friend’s bed. Cozy. With popcorn and gossip and a mountain view. We hadn’t done this since college. I’d missed it. “How did she die?” I asked. “I never knew for sure.” My friend paused for a long time. Then she said, “Everybody had the flu that winter. I mean, …

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After 12 years of working crazy shifts here on the drawbridge, often two or three different shifts in the space of a week, I’m now discovering that there is an official name for my constant state of mental fog, my messed up immune system, and my apparent inability to lose weight despite all efforts. It’s …

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At the moment I’m taking care of a child. I love him to pieces, but I swear there are moments when I’d like to dump him on his parent’s front porch like a flaming bag of dog poo, ring the doorbell and drive away quickly. He whines. He complains. He doesn’t listen. He gets cranky. …

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