Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, the standard, and the prompt photo.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below, which this week is supplied by the one and only C. E. Ayr.

Click here to hear the author read his words:

Bridge

I have a rope around my neck.
My hands are tied behind me.
They drag me like a dog onto the bridge.
It’s a solid structure, built of stout timber.
Quite strange, because there isn’t a decent-sized tree for miles.
That’s why they’re going to hang me from the bridge.
It crosses a wide gorge, with a fast-flowing river far below.
I am a big man, over six foot and heavily-built.
Johnson, tugging the rope, is a weakling.
I’m pretty sure he’ll let go.
Fingers crossed.
I bend over the barrier, and lift my feet.
It’s a long way down.