I, my friends, am a fence. I am a long, solid, white fence hugging the edge of a not-so-well-trimmed yard. One may think, ‘Hah! A fence, what could it possibly know!’ Honestly though, I am quite the know-it-all when it comes to fences. After all, I am right next to the sidewalk, and this sidewalk kindly allows me to listen in on passing conversations every minute of every day. Due to this convenient location, I’d say I am pretty much in the know when it comes to your affairs. Anyways, enough boasting! On to the story…
It was one fine day; I’m not exactly sure which day, but I remember it was fine. I was standing proud and glistening under the sun, when a doll came flying into the grass below. “How curious!” I thought. However, it certainly was not all that curious. Soon enough I noticed a woman pushing a small child in a carriage. They swept by without a care in the world, the woman’s hair flying about in all directions behind her. The child I could see only for a moment when she leaned out over the side of the carriage, blonde locks obscuring her face, small fists flailing toward some imaginary creature.
“This doll, is it yours?” I cried out to the child. She, of course, cannot hear me as I make desperate pleas for her to return. “How tragic!” I sigh and look at the doll, face down in the ungroomed grass. “This doll,” I pause to take a closer look, “it looks well used, well loved even. I hope she comes back for it.” The doll is small with a puffy white bonnet, a pilly, pink footsie, and bulging blue eyes.
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Ok, I know… strange? Well, this was my short attempt at starting to write a children’s story. I’ll finish it sometime. It is, in fact, based loosely on true events!
cheers–
