Joseph Strauss stood on top of a hill overlooking the bay. In his mind’s eye he saw it – a golden catenary dipping and soaring above the waves. It would be a feat of engineering fit to rival that of the Brooklyn Bridge. But should it be attempted?
The Southern Pacific Railroad already provided a reliable ferry service across the Golden Gate strait. And the estimated cost of $100 million was astronomical to a country in the midst of a depression.
On the other hand, a bridge would connect the city of San Francisco with its northern neighbors.
That is what bridges are supposed to do, he thought. They connect people and communities together. Isolation is dangerous – it breeds fear and suspicion. When people isolate themselves, they build walls instead of bridges. Could it happen here?
Joseph Strauss came to a decision. He was going to build a Golden Gate bridge.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-5252016.