in which our hero is introduced to time travel

“I love. Wouldn’t we all like to start/a poem with ‘I love . . .’?” I would. – C. Dale Young, “The Bridge”

“I love the disbelief of a bridge,” Alix told me.  We stood under a bridge looking across the river, all brick buildings on the other side, a silver bridge spiraling from here to there.

It was our first date and Alix had already won a place in my heart.  I didn’t tell her that, though.

Years later I would look back on this moment and remember the time before I knew about time travel.  When I thought I was just going out with an interesting-looking woman I’d met in a pub after work.

. . . who turned out to be a woman from the fourteenth century who had traveled extensively in the 22nd century, but who was looking for a mate in the 21st century.  Me.

“You’d be surprised where a bridge can take you.”  Aiix grabbed my hand and we crossed the spiral bridge, hurrying a little from the chill in the wind that scoured the river from the north.

Bridges by Anders Sandberg is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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Bridges by Anders Sandberg is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.

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