I picture a man in a dirty, disheveled business suit, tired, sweaty, and carrying a crowbar. I’m not sure where he is, the city, the outskirts, near a river, but he knew to bring the crowbar for the gate, and he had time to climb up a ledge and back down far enough to head a different direction. No idea what the order of these events is, however. It feels disheveled, which can be a good thing, told from his point of view like this. Builds intrigue. Adds to his character. Just a few thoughts so you can see what the reader sees, it’s a much narrower picture than the author’s view. :) Now let’s read on and get some answers. (who is he. who are the travelers. why the gate. where is he.)
thank you for taking an interest in my work, whatever ideas you were able to extract from my work, I’m sorry to say it was unintentional. The only thing I aspired to do was rid myself of an image that was swimming in my head. A man, standing at the edge of a bridge with a crowbar. I decided to fill out the rest, using some notes I wrote down some 3 years ago. I know not whether I’ll be able to answer all the questions in a way that is satisfying, but I’ll certainly give it a shot. Thanks again, Lindsay