Reusing Wednesday's Words, phrase and image.
Amid great fanfare, the beaming politician cut the shiny red ribbon and ushered an excited group of fifty people onto the newly constructed bridge across the ravine. If they'd walked across in ones and twos, things might have been fine, at least for a few months.
But a group of fifty well-fed, pampered, upper-class snobs was too much weight for the shoddy workmanship and sub-standard timbers used in construction. As the group neared the middle, the bridge began to sway and loud creaks and groans were heard as timbers began to crack. First one and then another support broke loose.
Watching the event unfolding before her eyes triggered memories of the slapstick movies she used to watch all those years ago. Caught between horror and mirth, Muriel laughed hysterically as the group on the bridge collided with one another in a desperate bid to outrun their doom. The bridge gave way and the tangle of arms and legs became individual people once more as they dropped screaming into the ravine.
Forgetting she held an ice cream cone, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of raggedy skirt to wipe her tearing eyes. Seeing the blob of pink ice cream plopping onto the grass only made her cackle louder. The hysteria overtook her and Muriel laughed and cried in great braying sobs and giggles as her mind gave way just as the bridge had.
She didn't notice as people around her began moving away silently, fearfully. Someone made a phone call and a path was cleared for paramedics. Muriel didn't feel the sting of the needle as she was sedated, didn't feel the tightness of the straps that held her to the stretcher, didn't see the disdain on people's faces as this poor wretch was taken away to the psychiatric ward.
Their attention turned back to the tragedy, their planned picnic romp forgotten as they silently watched helicopters and ambulances trying to retrieve the bodies of the fallen. The once beaming politician stood in shock, his face frozen in horror as another of the paramedics tried to lead him away from the edge of the ravine.
Blissfully unaware, the Mayor's bulldog continued to catch water droplets from the new drinking fountain.
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