Continuing with my alphabetical microfiction world tour, today we're ricocheting all the way from Alaska to Germany to visit Bamberg, a UNESCO-listed university town in Bavaria.
Inge stood on the bridge that linked the two sides of the river Regnitz as hoardes of tourists surged past, rushing to photograph the beautiful medieval town hall. Her son waved from the opposite side of the river, broke free from his father's grip and ran to her without a backward glance.
Inge watched the hurt flit across her ex-husband's face, but it was always like this. Their Grand Idea - that their son should spend alternating weeks with each parent, so his whole life would feel like a holiday and neither Igne nor Robert would miss out on his daily life - was working very well.
As Inge bent to lift him up, she looked again at their town hall, which she had lived beside since she was born and no longer even saw. It had been built on a man-made island, belonging to neither side of the river. It stood alone in the centre of the small, bustling city - proud, tall and self-sufficient.
Inge looked at her son and wondered what she and Robert would create.