Over the Golden Galleon Bridge

(written: 25 October 2013)

Crest the road and England sweeps away. The Channel is a carpet encrusted with jewels in its distant serenity. Above a silver sun burns the metallic grey cloud. The air, carried on a strong breeze, is sweet. And I plunge forward on the twists of the Eastbourne Road and clatter over the Golden Galleon bridge, over the serpentine Cuckmere as it meanders to the sea, and up towards Beachy Head. Pressed by time and tide, the scene becomes a memory…

About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
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