Short story contest: Bridge
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang's ago, I posted the last time ... * Sigh *
My favorite bookstore organized every year in August a short-story competition. The short stories are limited to 2,000 words, I find it so difficult for maintaining, if I develop an idea. * G * The other difficulty is itself the subject of the following - under a LJ-cut packaged - one can understand a bit of a metaphor. Came to me in the morning on the train to mind ...
BRIDGES
The small patch of land had long been surrounded by water. It was probably once part of the nearby large island been, but that did not remember exactly. Sun could also be the tide no longer able to create a bridge, and so had also long been no more people got lost on the small island. The residents of the Big Island cares about fishing and boat building, which they secured their survival. But at night they told like legends and one of the most popular was that of the girl who constantly tried to build from the small island from a bridge and again failed. As the girl was then came to the little island that no one knew. Perhaps she had always lived there, maybe one day she was washed up there or maybe it was been quite different. Legends like to retain the right to never be in these things very closely.
The village elders and the mothers began the legend again and again until the children they finally passed it to their own children. The legend always started the same, and changed little over time:
"A long, long time, even before the village elders were in the world lost to a girl, a young girl, little one on the island. It did not know how it got there and how it could come down again. It was lonely and it had taken on his short sightseeing on the island not only other people who could afford their society. From a distance it sounded again and again strange noises and one day it realized that a party had to take place on the other island. The girl wandered as far as it was before was delayed by the water. It could see the people, but they were small and far away. Nevertheless, the girl was happy and tried to wave and call a few people on the other side of the water to attract attention. But no one noticed the waving and shouting, it was just too far away. So the girl was sad sitting in place and began to watch the other. It remained in place sitting on the beach until it was dark and she could not see from the others. Still sad, it crept back to his sleeping place where there are no Sleep could find. Instead, it thought feverishly, as it could come from the small island to the other. Although it had no fear of the water, but it could not swim. She had never been assigned to the fishermen, because they could only swim if the boat would tip over again. A boat, yes it could build. If they ever knew just how to build one.
watched The next morning, as the others made their boats ready and loaded up the nets. He knew that the boatmen were on the road to the fish on the other side of the small island. A while later, while watching the kids on the beach, they came up with the idea of building a bridge. Yes, a bridge that could build it. On the island there were plenty of palm trees that it could process to boards and ropes made of coconut fibers. She liked the idea so much that she immediately began to implement this self-made with their tools into action.
Soon you could see on the Big Island that were on the small island of fewer trees and people were asking now and then, what could be the cause. But one suspected anything threatening, that could get across to the Big Island and we went back to more important things. Eventually, the girl
had gathered enough wood and coconut fibers and processed in order to start the bridge. It would come as far as possible, and so it started early in the morning and worked all day concentrated. In the evening she had almost made it, it is no longer missing many boards to the beach the Big Island, but the water was too deep to stand there can too. Only when the sun went down, noticed his empty stomach. So it decided to come back the next and search for the night to eat and what to go to sleep.
But that simple would make the water not him. The flow tore the boards - and the ropes - with it and put it on the beach of the little island out clean. How surprised was the girl that she was the next morning saw the stack boards. For a moment his heart sank to his knees and wanted to cry, but it had the Day before reaching the other side almost. But it did not cry, but made with the same ambition as before the construction of the bridge. It struck the state on pegs in the ground and pulled at the ropes fixed, with the boards were connected. And this time there was even a board on, before it came back exhausted and hungry. And yet it was the next morning before the boards are stacked back fine on the beach of the little island. It did not know why the boards for the second time were back on the beach. But this time it was not sad about the hard work done as useless, but angry at those who did to him. Someone did not want it on the down-island and could be added to the others.
TBC
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