He's there waiting for you. Unseen by most. Silent. He stands there stiff in the cold antarctic air, braced and ready for attack. Pedestrians walk over him, never suspecting the danger that lies beneath. One day he'll strike. The attack will come unannounced. Deadly we'll all be shocked at the occurrence. I know that day is not far off. All it will take is one to many over the bridge and he'll emerge.
Story goes he has been there over 3 years. Built by some winter-overs with extra time, he has stood guard of the overpass in silent non-appreciation. He has a name, but the weather has withered it away to a foreign word all pronounce differently.
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