The Hole

Yeah... It's about holes n' stuff...

After a prompt by Labyrinthia Mythweaver and an invite from HVR, I deliver unto you another micro reply:

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I can see a bright blue moon in a pink sunset sky through the hole in the fence. Below the gap and down the hill, cars zoom by, and in the distance, the lights of the city flicker in a vibrant and electric neon glow.

The old ones have warned us.

We are not to go there.

There is nothing for us on the other side of the fence.

The people there are animals, monsters, just waiting to lure us in and steal our innocence.

They know it’s bright. Colourful. Enticing. They know. But we must trust them, they say. Nothing good has ever happened to anyone who went through the hole in the fence.

And no one who has gone through the hole has ever returned.

I stand there, with my hands on the bent-back metallic wire lining the hole in the fence, and my body moves forward and back, towards the hole and away, as if daring me to do it.

No one is here.

No one would ever know.

I’d be back before the morning.

The old ones say that no one who has gone through the hole in the fence has ever come back, but I don’t know. Maybe that’s just something they say. Maybe they are lying, and everyone goes through, at least once, and comes back before dawn.

Maybe.

Maybe life is so good over there that once you step through the hole, you never want to come back.

I licked my lips and frowned. My body stopped moving, recoiled back from the hole, as if I were a spring jammed backwards, waiting to be released and burst forward.

Before I knew it, I was through the hole and running into the early night.

I’d be back before anyone ever knew I was gone…

As always, thanks to the few who are reading!