Sands of Treachery

He took a further step towards the top. It seemed that when there was a story about to fly, reporters suddenly become suicidal or at least that is what it always seemed like. Tom could see as he got to the top of what had once been a bridge, there was a huge gap where obviously large chunks of the bridge were now missing presumed fallen to the sea below. He took a further step forward but the bridge was moving and would not stay in this state much longer. Having taken some last photos and signed off to London, he turned on wobbly legs and made his way down the slope.Tom had not gotten far when there was a noise behind him. The noise sounded like two cats singing and one of them had just let it be known that he didn't like the other one. He looked back as the scariest thing in his life occurred. The whole remaining parts of the centre of the bridge that had been hanging on gallantly had one last sway before collapsing, taking most of the now unsupported slope up with it - the slope that he was now standing on. Camera and bag in hand, he was now headed down to the sea below and god knows what else was in store for him. He wasn't a good swimmer but that was the least of his problems as tons of concrete and asphalt, along with the steel that kept this bridge in place, was on the move and he was on it.