About Bridging Time

by Stevie Woods
20 pages / 8700 words
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Out of work historian Anthony is working on the Golden Gate bridge project during the Great Depression when he meets Michael, and falls in love. He also decides to make a time capsule about the men he works with, but when Michael has a terrible accident, everything comes to a screeching halt. In 2007, Paul is having dreams about his lover Jake being in grave danger. Will the content of the time capsule from all those years ago explain his fears?

Sample

As Paul followed Jake onto the walkway, he smiled, acknowledging how much the Golden Gate Bridge had affected his life in just a few months. He’d taken a new job teaching history at a college in San Francisco, hoping it would be a whole new start for him, and things had worked out even better than he could ever have hoped. A new city, a new job and a new relationship; what a whirlwind and he couldn’t be happier.

Paul recalled the first time he'd seen Jake. It’d been his first day in his new job and he'd been living in temporary accommodation while he decided where he really wanted to live.  His cab had been queuing in traffic on the bridge and Paul had casually glanced around, when his eye was caught by movement high up off to his left.  Reacting to the motion, he'd stared, and that's when he saw the man, suddenly appearing larger than life, almost floating in mid-air near one of the huge cables that swept up into the sky supported by the bridge towers.

Paul had soon realized that the man was, in fact, balanced on the edge of the bridge railing hanging on to the cable and looking down, apparently speaking to a group of people clustered below. Paul had found it very hard to tear his eyes away from the vision, not just of the unusual picture the pose painted, but of the man himself, who seemed mysterious and...alluring. 

When Paul had seen the same man on his return journey, which might’ve been helped by the fact that he'd been on the look out for him, Paul again found himself drawn to him and this time he couldn't blame it on any outlandish position the man was in.  The stranger was simply standing on the walkway near the railing talking to another worker and something about him had drawn Paul like a magnet.  The man displayed an easy grace; his long lumberjack-style shirt, open over a dark blue T, brushing the hips of his tight, pale blue jeans.  Paul had sucked in a breath as he stared at the man's strong legs and the smooth curve of his ass.

That had been the beginning of his daily ritual as he crossed the bridge, looking out for the stranger and, each time he'd seen him, he'd become more fascinated -- fascinated enough that the normally reticent Paul had formed a plan to do something about it.

And now here he was, walking along the bridge walkway with that delectable man.  Paul no longer had to cross the bridge to go to work; Jake lived on the same side of the bridge as the college and since he had moved in with Jake three weeks ago, Paul’s commute was so much easier.