There has always been a bridge near Weißenbach in the Black Forest. At first it was just a fallen log, a convenience for the Bronze Age natives to cross the Murg River. Later, when settlements developed nearby, a wooden structure was built. When the Romans came, they converted it to stone. Now days, it's paved and cars pass over it, but since the beginning, locals have known not to wander upon it under a new moon. This, the bartender's tale, is the first of several stories about careless or desperate souls who did.The Bartender is the first story in a developing collection of fantasy stories about a bridge that sometimes changes the lives of those who venture upon it during a new moon night. Others never know what became of them. However, the diligent may find clues in the archives and folklore of the village.More stories will be added as they are written.If you like the story, please leave a comment at the store from which you downloaded it. You can learn about more stories and enjoy some relaxing reads regarding science and the paranormal at my blog (linked below). You can email me from the blog as well. I'm always interested in readers' comments.Thanks for stopping by.