The Balance Bridge

 “I’m going to need you to keep your balance while crossing this bridge.” He said. 

“Where am I going?” I asked inquisitively. 

He didn’t reply but pointed toward the bridge. 

I walked to it slowly, remembering what he said about keeping my balance. 

I began to cross. Soon enough, the weight of my middle finger became almost too heavy to carry. 

He laughed loudly, “I told you, you have to keep your balance.” 

I glanced at him with a stern look on my face and continued.