Under The Bridge

Mag 131

Under Windsor Bridge, 1912, by Adolphne Valette

He had found the picture on a trash and treasure stall.  It was a copy, he knew that, but it was the bridge.  Janice didn't like the picture, "You shouldn't keep something like that, it will only bring you sorrow."  Janice was big on advise, he usually ignored.  

He could see that she was convinced of her view, there is a look, a stance, and you just know there is no point to argue, the best course in that situation is to take an offensive position.  He had done that, and found that Janice took offence.

The picture stayed with him, no-one but he could understand that the bridge, the place, was where he found and lost the love of his life.