I walked along. my hand in my love's, trying to memorize each tan colored rock. Water flowed steadily through only half its bed but the sand that touched air held damp traces of recent rain. Cars whizzed by on the bridge above us non-stop creating a predictable rhythem of sound. I couldn't see completely around the giant concrete columns that held up the bridge; I wouldn't hear if someone approached from behind. I shivered. He squeezed my hand and the pressure traveled up my arm. I felt as if he held all of me instead of just a few fingers. I looked ahead. We would leave the bridge's shade soon. A green trashbin with a black liner stood out from some concrete steps in the sunshine.
"What are you thinking?" I asked, looking up into his blue eyes.
He pulled me closer to himself and shook his head. I looked around and jumped. A man sat quietly on the steps, grinning in our direction. I had missed his presence during my earlier inspection. I looked away quickly clinging to my love's hand. The only thing I remembered of the man was he held a paper bag.
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