As with my short story "The Jenny" (see previous blog) this situation takes us into another dimension experiencing what happens to two individuals who tried to get away after robbing a Trust Company. They got away all right but not when and where they expected. As you read, I'm sure they are still having an exciting and memorable trip. And then again, likely not...... 

   "The Bridge."

   "What the hell was that?" asked Jason.
"I dunna know!" said Mark. "I was too busy driving this old heap in the blinding rain to see anything."
"Look!" Jason responded. "We robbed the Trust Company, we get close to 50 grand, we're going to cross the state border in a minute or two, and you pick the worse possible day to do a heist. What an idiot I was to agree to this. Hey! There goes another one."
"Yeh, I saw that one. It looked like a car with no wheels."
"Ah, you gotta be kidding?" was all Jason could say. "Give me a break. There's no such thing. And while we're at it, I need a break. I gotta go. Pull over for a minute."
"Wait till we cross this bridge and then I'll stop. And there goes another one of those weird looking cars."

   Totally confused and frustrated, Jason began to ponder on this strange mode of transportation. A vehicle that has no wheels? Must be some sort of flying machine. Gotta say nothing to Mark.

   "Hey, I can't wait any longer. Pull over or I'll smack you one across the chops, just like the one you gave that security guard back there." Mark was getting impatient with this bumbling idiot chosen to assist him as a partner in crime.
"You whine, you complain and all you can think about is your bladder. Have it your way. I'll pull over and I hope you get nice and wet. Hey, somethings wrong with the car".
"What do yah mean somethings wrong?"
There was a sense of fear and trepidation in Marks voice.
"I can't pull over! The wheel won't turn. It just keeps straight. Doesn't matter what I do. The bloody thing just won't turn."
"Oh that's just great. You steal a jalopy and the darn wheel won't turn now. That's just wonderful. Let me try."

   Jason put his hand on the steering wheel and sure enough, the wheel refused the budge. The car kept in a straight line travelling the same lane they had been on for over 10 minutes.
"Stop the car." yelled Jason. Mark went for the brake and nothing happened. The peddle would not budge. It was frozen in it's position. Frightened, Jason blurted, "What are we going to do? You said we would be across this infernal bridge in 2 minutes? It's over 10 now. The car won't turn, the brakes don't work and the bloody car with no wheels keeps passing us in the opposite direction. Do something for Petes sake or I'll take my gun and shoot your pidgen-toed foot off. And I really mean it."

   The centre of the bridge never came nor did the state line. The wind and the rain persisted relentlessly. That car with no wheels kept passing them in the other lane. There was no visable termination leading to the end of the steel and concrete span. "This scenario started in the year 1969, and as I write, I have lost track of time. I should know, I'm one of the robbers. This account is true, because my name is Jason and I'm still crossing this demonic bridge."

   There are many unforseen dimensions yet to be discovered. We are sure of three. The fourth dimension? Nobody is certain of this element. Only two bank robbers are truly convinced. Both Jason and Mark have crossed unwittingly into a futuristic temporal flux without an avenue for return.The only sound heard is their petrified screams on that overpass. No matter how hard people have tried, the results are the same. Their pitiful howls and explitives are but shadowy and faint echos in the mind. No one is on the bridge. And for that matter, there never was.