And our bridge, really it’s nothing like the one in the book. You could totally bet all your shit that Christopher Robin didn’t mind for dog mess when he ran across to the other side. You’d bet your life there wasn’t a kaleidoscope of glass amongst the gravel, shattered and twinkling in the sun.
Our bridge, it’s not even made of wood.
Small Acts of Rebellion is a nihilistic emotive satire of two sisters trying to escape an unhappy reality through small acts of rebellion and childhood nostalgia.
…and yeah, there’s pooh-sticks 🙂
You can read it now at Solarcide