Editor's Note: This is part of the Writers comma Ice Cream visual writing prompt series. Each guest was shown the same picture and given five minutes to write to write a complete moment. -HG
The road tilted upward as a bridge to nowhere, inviting and scornful at the same time. This disconnected ramp, touching neither the ground nor the pavement, seemed the metaphor for my arrival on campus. Did I know where I was going? Could I even get there from here if I did? Transitions are always fraught, but this was a big one. I had left all behind. I had, as they say, burned my bridges to get here.