Across the Divide

A deep trench separated the slate terrace from the raised brick planter. Between them lay an abandoned slab of terracotta, thick and jagged from an old fracture. I did not turn back for an easier path. I planted my talons against the gritty step, seized the heavy red clay by its broken spine, and hauled it upright. With one forceful thrust, I slammed the slab across the open gap until both ends bit into stone and mortar. The bridge held rigid without a shudder. I drove my weight onto it, crossed the void, and stood upon the brick ledge to survey the garden below.