[Ravendust]: 343.Really crappy story I wrote that was published in the herald standard

The Richland Creek Covered Bridge was old and sagging, the paint had long since faided and there were gaping holes that lined it. It was 2052, and Greene County had changed very little. There were new houses and roads, and a few new stores had been built as well.
      
It was an unusually warm day in mid-August, vacations had ended, and the only thing to look forward to now was the start of the new school year. Abbie, Tim, and Sarah were standing in the shade of the covered bridge, where it was cooler and they could relax with no disturbances. Lost within their conversations, they all missed the changes that occured swiftly about them. Tim was the first to notice the changes. He blinked, uncertain as to whether he was just hallucinating or if it was real, before rubbing at the goose bumps that had formed on his bare arms. "It's snowing," He said incredulously, steam rushing from his mouth and into the frigid air as he spoke.
    
Abbie started and gazed at the blizzard that was raging just outside of the cover of the bridge, "Why- so it is!" She exclaimed.
    
Michelle, I want you to marry me." The voice of a youthful man reached their ears and the three friends turned eagerly to see just who it was that spoke.
    
The man appeared to be in his late teens and he was about six feet tall. "But Clarence, why must you go?" The soprano, teary voice of the young woman before him sobbed.
    
"I was drafted." He hung his head slightly before continuing in excitement, "but just think of what I can do for the country!"
    
"I will be waiting for you here, Clarence, when you return." She bit her lip to keep from sobbing and looked away.
    
"Why, look at that strange clothing they're wearing!" Sarah exclaimed.
    
After a moment of scrutinizing, Abbie placed it, "those are early to mid-1900 clithing!" She whispered as the place blurred.
   
When things cleared, the woman was still there, though she appeared to be a little older and it was no longer winter. Her face was thin and tired, tears stained her cheeks. "It's been almost two years now, Clarence, since I was told of your death. I promised to wait here for you always." She let out a silent sob and clutched her thin jacket closer to her.
   
Suddenly they were back in the present day; the whispers of the chill of late fall still clinging to their senses. The three of them stood, shocked for a moment, before bursting into uncertain laughter and leaving the mysterious bridge behind them.