The Bridge appears every twenty-seven years. Why not twenty-five or thirty, no one ever knew. We only knew that it came and went. We were not given the opportunity to visit the other side. There was a time when seven villagers rebelled and did cross the bridge. Never to be seen again. No one else dared to try.

Who lived there? Why did they appear to us? Did they appear elsewhere? Unless you were a village elder, you were never to know.

When it appeared, the village elders would go across, taking with them the harvests and goods for sale from the village. They are gone for three nights and return on the fourth morning. They would bring with them the name of one chosen to go across and stay. The one who would go, had one day to say goodbye to their family. Then, they’d leave and with them, the bridge would disappear for another twenty-seven years.

This time, that person would be me. My name is Jered. I am my father’s only son. My mother died giving birth to my triplet sisters. Now, my father is old, my sisters aren’t married and I am leaving. Who will care for them, if not me?

“Son, I will petition the elders. See if there is a way someone else can go.”

“Da, you know that every year a petition is offered and none ever granted. Why waste the time and energy? They took your uncle last time and nothing stopped it,” I replied as I packed.

“That was different. He wasn’t the only son. You are. I can get them to listen. I know I can. You have to stay. I will see if they will allow me to go in your stead.”

I turned to him and lay my hands on either shoulder. Looking down into his eyes, I said, “Da, it’ll be fine. Labra is wise enough that she can take over the business. She has stated that she wants to anyway and has apprenticed with me. You know this. Just because everyone else wants to stay in the old ways, doesn’t mean that you have to. Out of necessity, you no longer have that option. Labra will do a better job than me. She is a better negotiator.”

“Jered, please. I need you here. They can’t take you. They’ve taken our family twice before. Why always my family? Death and the bridge take us. We are a cursed family it seems.”

“Da, you know I don’t believe in curses. I do believe that I need to have time to say goodbye to my friends. They are throwing me a party so I have to go. I’ll be back before dawn to say my farewells to you and my sisters.”

“Well, I don’t care what you say. I’m going to the elders. They can’t have you.”

“OK, Da. Whatever you think is best.” I was tired of arguing with him about it.  Nothing I said would change his mind. He’d go, just as his father had, and come back dejected and even more depressed than when he’d first gone to them.

I walked out of the house and headed to my party. It wasn’t much. My few friends, Bart, Devon and Lucinda were there. The townspeople would always set up a party pavilion for the person leaving and their friends were responsible for bringing the food and drink. In the morning, others would gather around for a farewell breakfast from the village. Then I’d be on my way across the mysterious bridge to the unknown.

We sat around, just the four of us, reliving old times and lamenting new ones that I’d never share—Lucinda and Devon getting married now that neither of them was leaving, Bart taking over for his father as the town smithy.

“So, why do you think the last three choosings have been from your family? First your grand-aunt, then you uncle, and now you?” Devon asked.

“I have no idea,” I answered between sips of beer. “My grandfather seemed to know something but wouldn’t tell my Da. But my Da is on his way to the elders to petition for a new name to be pulled. As we all know, that won’t do any good.”

“You seem awful calm about this,” Lucinda said.

“Well, I sort of expected it to be me or one of my sisters. Like you said, my family seems to be targeted for some reason.”

“What would you have done if it were one of your sisters? You’re so protective of them,” Bart asked after a resounding belch.

“Nothing to do. The choosings have been this way for centuries. We don’t contest it. We go with it. We all know what happens if we don’t.”

“Yeah, we lose out on the biggest opportunities for profit that we have. They buy so much of our stuff at ridiculous prices,” Said Devon.

“Well, that’s just payment for the person that they take. You know that,” Lucinda said.

“Well, I’ve had enough talk about the Bridge. And as it seems we’ve talked about everything else, and this really isn’t much of a party, I’m going to go home and get some sleep. I don’t know what to expect tomorrow and want to make sure that I am rested.”

My friends stood and wished me well, Lucinda crying and Bart and Devon sniffing instead of letting their tears fall.

I walked home and found my father sitting in the kitchen with his head in his hands. He looked up as I entered and I could see on his face what I had already expected—I was still leaving.

“Da, what did they say?”

“They said that a petition was a waste of time. That you were chosen and nothing could change it. There are no loopholes. The contract is iron clad.”

“Did you at least find out why our family keeps getting chosen?”

“They said I could have the information, but if I did, then one of my grandchildren would have to be chosen next time.”

“What? So that’s why we’ve been chosen three generations in a row?”

“Yes, so I decided I didn’t need to know. I wasn’t going to subject your sisters future children to this. Let someone else’s family bear the choosing next time. Oh, my son, my only son,” Da cried. “I want so badly to know. I want so badly to understand. But I can’t make the sacrifice. Why didn’t my Da just walk away from this knowledge? He’d have saved us this terrible day.”

“Da, we don’t know that I’m going to my death or anything. I could be going to live a great life over there. You never know.”

“Or you could be going over there to be a slave, or worse. You are dead to us once you leave cause we’ll never see you again. They couldn’t even tell me how the names are picked outside of a family. I’m so lost. What’ll I do without you?”

We sat in the kitchen holding each other as my Da cried, then slept in my arms. My sisters came out of their bedroom and joined us. Each of them speaking quietly so as not to wake Da. When the sun rose, they left the kitchen to dress. I woke Da, and both of us went to bathe and dress as well.

The breakfast was a solemn affair. I had expected people to celebrate the fact that none of them were going. But they were all subdued as if they all felt they were sending me off to my death. Of course, as my Da had explained, to them, that’s exactly what they were doing.

Finally, the elders stated it was time. I stood, wished my family and friends well and walked with them into the forest, which lead to the Bridge.

When we reached the Bridge, I was given a handshake by the elders and wished well. They still wouldn’t tell me what to expect. They said I’d see soon enough. So, taking a deep breath, I stepped on the Bridge and waited. Nothing happened so I began my journey.

As I walked slowly across the bridge, I looked down into the river where my friends and I  swam and fished so often. It never dawned on us that we were able to swim to the other side and nothing bad happened to us. Now, however, I walked across the bridge and felt a shimmering passing over and through me as I stepped closer to the other side. I felt as if I were being pulled away from and back into myself again. A shimmering gold and silver warped around me like  the rain.

I opened my eyes and saw in front of me the most exquisite view, which hadn’t been there before. One that none of my family or friends would ever see until the next choosing in twenty-seven years.


  1. Amazing! Pulls at the heartstrings. Family / tribal themes and a sense of mysticism/ the unknown all add up to a great story!

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