Crack the Spine - Issue 180

blood, only a dull aching pain and a river of shadow down the center of my palm.

After this was done, I would finish what I came here for. I’d arrive at the bridge, stare down into the storm cloud water, slip the metal arch through the crisscrossed wire‌and then what? Would a wisp of relief puff outward with the soft click? Or would I be left with only a metal promise that linked us together forever?

I turned my attention back to the task at hand and threaded the needle.