The young man got up and walked to the credenza by the dining room. He picked up an object and thrust it to Norma's face.
"Look! 4 granddaughters and 2 grandsons! But you lost them all!"
"What do you mean? How do I lost them? How do I even had them?"
"You had them for love and you lost them for that unshakable ego"
Norma cried. A broken-heart cry. Not for the granddaughters and grandsons she lost. but for the life she cannot remember.
"Don't you remember me?" asked the young man.
Norma stopped crying abruptly and held up her hand to catch his face. She pulled him close as though her eyes wanted to feast upon him.
"Are you my grandson?" she whispered full of hope.
He took her hand in to his youthful palm. "Norma..." He said softly. "I am better than that".
He pulled her up so she stood on her feet. For the first time she felt the chain tugging at her ankles and wrists. She looked down at those rusty steel clamping her. Confused yet strangely familiar feeling crept over her.
The young man walk back to the moonlit yard and just like that the haggard looking young man was gone. A handsome young man stood there by the fence.
"Take the step, Norma. Those chains are not the one holding you back... nor these fences."
He turned and walked toward the fences. In one leap he walked over the fence and was now on the other side before he turned once again to face Norma and said, "There's more to life on the other side of the fence when you finally decided to cross over the border".
So Norma for once in the life her remembered, took her first step. Her chains fell and dissolved into thin air. All she got to do now is to go over the fence and take her leap. -
---- THE END ----
(part 5/5)
(Thank you for reading! I'm an amateur writer who find solace in my busy world in the world of writing. This piece is my first contemplative piece. Feel free to interpret the symbolism in this story. and I am looking forward for your comment and interpretation. - H.M.A.R)
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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...
