Fall 1994 • Vol. XVI No. 4 Fiction |

From Atlantis: Model 1924

He sees an image of the bridge springing from a remote past and propelled upward, spiraling, arching the sky, casting its shadow down upon us and vanishing in space.        Horace Gregory, "Far Beyond Our Consciousness"   When he asked the man behind the bars how to get to the Brooklyn Bridge from the station, Sam was told he should have gotten off at City Hall—which was closer. This was the old stop (Brooklyn Bridge) for workers who repaired the bridge—not for people who wanted to walk across it. But if he went two blocks to the east and turned left, he'd come to the walkway. Beyond the Oriental ornateness of the Pulitzer Building, he saw the structure between—and above—the swoop and curve of trolley tracks, the girders of the El. It really was immense! He turned left onto Rose Street, which took him down under one of the bridge's stone archways. The arches left and right were walled and windowed, with padlocked doors. Did people live there

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