The Bridge Beneath the River

On foggy mornings, the bridge appeared across the river only to those who carried something unresolved. Locals called it The Bridge of Echoes.

Jonas saw it after the funeral of his brother. Drawn by grief, he crossed — finding himself in a place that looked exactly like his childhood home. His brother sat at the table, smiling.

They talked for hours, laughing, crying, remembering everything. When Jonas turned to leave, his brother stopped him. “Every step back takes one memory away,” he warned.

Jonas crossed anyway. On the other side, he couldn’t remember why he was crying — only that he had once loved someone deeply.

The climax: The next day, the bridge was gone again, and Jonas’s journal contained a single line written in unfamiliar handwriting: “You made it back. That’s enough.”