B is for
Bridge
•~ And when he finished, he put
flowers in her hair and led her across the bridge – the great bridge into Terabithia
– which might
look to someone with no magic in him like a few planks across a nearly dry gully.
…”Can’t you see ‘um?” he whispered. “All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to
see you…There’s a rumor going around that the beautiful girl arriving today might be the queen
they’ve been waiting for.” (p.163)