I’m taking this week off to re-charge. Here’s today’s Fiction re-run.
Rick Nillsen walked half-way across the Hennepin Avenue Bridge clutching a business-size envelope against the chill October breeze. He walked the bridge all the time, often stopping in the middle to take in the sweep of the Mississippi toward St. Anthony Falls. Even with the traffic hurtling by it was a peaceful spot, a place to gather his thoughts and find his balance. But today it was all different. Rick’s entire life was different thanks to the arrival of the envelope.
The hand-writing on the envelope was achingly familiar
2541 Nicollet Ave
Nothing more than that. Nothing more was needed. Rick opened the envelope and pulled out five Polaroids and a piece of lined notebook paper. In the same script was written
funny how every photograph is a LIE
Nothing more than that. Nothing more was needed. Rick looked at the photos:…
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