Pooley bridge

Submitted by kamenamagazine on

A two hundred and fifty year old bridge gone. Destroyed in a winter's afternoon, by the torrent pouring off from the ridge, the lake rising rapidly in the monsoon, a classic steamer wrecked on the pontoon. The entire village of Glenridding now distant as colonies on the moon, the Earth council dubious, then forbidding any work - people refuse their bidding, get their diggers and rebuilt their nation. Three times flooded in two weeks, ridding all hope: no aid reaches the location. The replacement bridge is put off without reason then we recall that March begins the tourist season.

by Amy Hodkin

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