Lover’s Bridge | An Excerpt from My Novella-in-Progress

This is a short excerpt from my novella-in-progress. The story unfolds through fragments and moments that shape the narrative from beginning to end. It follows two people (a foreign woman and a local man) who meet by chance in Taipei, Taiwan, and how their bond deepens through small, ordinary exchanges.

This scene takes place at Tamsui Fisherman’s Wharf, on a cold spring Sunday.

I chose to strip this piece (and the whole novella) of unnecessary description, leaving only the essentials—just enough for the reader to fill in the rest.

English is my third language. I used to think I needed big words or beautiful sentences to be taken seriously. But I don’t believe that anymore. This quote by Haruki Murakami reminds me why I write the way I do:

“Writing in a foreign language, with all the limitations that it entailed, removed this obstacle. It also led me to the realisation that I could express my thoughts and feelings with a limited set of words and grammatical structures, as long as I combined them effectively and linked them together in a skilful manner. Ultimately, I learned that there was no need for a lot of difficult words – I didn’t have to try to impress people with beautiful turns of phrase.”

I hope this piece lingers with you in its simplicity. If anything I write resonates with you, feel free to follow for updates on the novella and future posts. If you've been following me for a while, you'd notice that I'm no longer sharing my family life here on HIVE. My kids are growing up and have specifically requested not to share about them publicly anymore, so I'm honoring their requests. My posts are leaning more toward reflections, stories, poems, and art moving forward.

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It was a Sunday when he texted.

“Do you want to go somewhere you’ve never been?”

I stared at the message for a while. It was after three in the afternoon. The sky was cloudy, and it was quiet and dreary outside. I had just finished folding laundry, still in my shorts and tank top.

“Okay. But where?”

He picked me up at four. The car was warm, and the radio was set to low. We didn’t say anything on the journey to Tamsui. The windows blurred a little from the cold, and he touched the heater with the back of his knuckle. I remember watching the skyline thin out as the river widened.

It was a chilly spring day; it was slightly sunny, but the light appeared warmer than it actually was. I pulled the jacket around me as we strolled along the wharf. Couples were everywhere, holding hands and snapping photos, while children laughed with sticky hands.

When the cool breeze began to blow, he stayed close.

We went past the food kiosks, which offered grilled squid, fried sweet potatoes, and sugar-coated strawberries on skewers. He stopped at a freezer cart and bought us two soft-serve cones: one matcha and one black sesame.

I gave him a look. “Ice cream?”

He smirked. “Trust me.”

We sat on a bench facing the docks, eating silently. The ice cream quickly melted and dripped onto his wrist. He licked it clean without a word. I giggled. He looked at me and smiled.

As twilight drew near, we strolled toward the bridge.

The Lover’s Bridge arched across the river, its pale structure gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Tourists passed us, cameras in hand, but we strolled slowly, side by side, as if we had all the time in the world.

We stopped midway.

From there, the view widened. The water below shimmered with long strokes of orange and pink. The sun fell lower beneath the horizon. Boats bobbed softly in the harbor.

I stood silently beside him. The breeze brushed a loose strand of hair across my cheek.

We did not talk because there was no need for words.

I could feel him beside me, and that was enough.

We neither touch nor lean in.

But somehow, in that hush of twilight, we felt closer than we had before.

When we eventually turned to go, he said nothing. Neither did I.

But I believe we both realized something had changed.

Even if we weren’t quite ready to admit it.

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That's it for now. If you read this far, thank you. I appreciate it so much! I'm a non-native English speaker, and English is my third language. Post ideas and content are originally mine.

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