Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts First Chapter, First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros. This week's intro is from I book I read last week, but really enjoyed The Unfinished Work of Elizabeth D. by Nichole Bernier.
had never been anything but strong and beautiful, its arches monumental, cables
thin and high. Kate watched them
spindling like ribs past the car window as her husband drove eastbound across
the span. It was a testimony to
optimism, a suspension bridge, each far-fetched plate, truss, and girder an act
of faith against gravity and good sense. George
The sun was strong, glinting off the bridge and hitting the river like shattered glass. Drivers traveling in both directions were shielding their eyes, staring as she was down the length of
Manhattan. She didn't know what any of them expected to
see. Mushroom clouds? Skywriting in Arabic? She wished for some visible sign of the drama
where the towers had once stood. Then
she looked toward Queens, even though it was
impossible to see the site from this distance.
Few people were even looking anymore, though she always would.