It’s not always easy to cross the bridge when you know it’s a one-way journey.

This short story is based on the poem, Letter to a Trainee Accountant. It has been written to emulate the mood and feel of the poem.

My wish for future generations.

Perhaps a communion of rapturous event.

We as a nation are a variety. The people in which you speak, Harvey, come in all colors-light and dark. So watch yourself-I might talk about that on 106 and Park.

You carved us up as an invader while you took our children. Our women. Our lives.

We must die to self daily to be used of God in our Christian walk through this world.

The hardships of people being separated.

A sad time.

Realisation of the end of a relationship and the feelings starting the parting process generates.