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‘To the castle bridge,’ yelled his father.
Every bell in the city was ringing, a clashing din. Nearly at the bridge, Tommaso tripped, fell against the wall of a mercer’s shop, the display of cloth still waving from the poles, flapping like battle pennants. The chimes of the Basilica of San Zeno throbbed through the wall, into his grazed palm.
Father grabbed his arm, pulled and pushed him towards the bridge and safety.
A sound Tommaso had never heard before – a crack, accompanied by a whoosh of escaping air, a screech. Then masonry was tumbling into the river, a cloud of dust blowing up so large it clouded his eyes, stung his throat.
The bridge was almost gone, only one tower remained, the rest rubble.
‘Padre,’ whispered Tommaso. ‘If I hadn’t tripped -‘
His father kissed his head, smoothed his face as if to make sure he was intact. ‘Come, figlio. We must move.’
They turned, ran, leaving the screams behind.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. See the pic – this week the lovely Castelvecchio Bridge, Verona – and write a tale of no more than 175 words. See here to join in and to read the other stories.