Norma heard a rustling sound. She stirred in her sleep. Her stomach groaned. She smelled something roasted. Hunger pangs hit her like a huge baseball bat swung to her abdomen. Eyes wide open. The dirty young man was back. She froze... like she always does.
There's something familiar about this young man. Beneath all that dirt and the mocking smile. Norma caught a glimpse of a sweet smile once belong to an innocent boy. She smiled thinking about a sweet boy who would come and play with her. She remembered she was lonely and she stopped smiling.
Looking up at the young man, she saw that he was carrying a food which he took out from their oven which mother always use to make them roast chicken for dinner. He sat down at their dining table. He sat in his father place.
How dare he!!
But Norma cannot say a word. Not when he kept his eyes on her. Casually, almost like this is his house, he lifted one leg up as he scoops the porridge-like food to his mouth. He kept his eyes on Norma. Norma kept her eyes on the fences outside.
The white picket fence grew darker and darker.
The sun is going down.
The light is diminishing.
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The Fence
Short StoryContemplative short story... The symbolism can be anything you wanted to be. Norma adored her life and content living inside the white picket fence. That is until a young man, an intruder, entered her home one day and shattered her perfect content l...
