Beyond the Picket Fence

Copyright-Janet Webb

This is where I grew up.  The house, once holding victims of alcoholism, now the victim of age and the elements.  Once an entanglement of chaos, violence and alcohol is now overrun with tangled vines and other plant life.  The exterior splintered as if it can no longer hold the secrets that once were within its walls.  Heartache and fear have burst through the siding like the screams years before.  The home a tattered reminder that those closest to your heart never understood your suffering.  The white picket fence, a symbol of an all American home to many, a symbol of imprisonment to me.  A symbol of a family lost.

This is fiction written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

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Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

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42 thoughts on “Beyond the Picket Fence

  1. this is so powerful. and i can relate to this very very much. this line right here is beautiful : “The exterior splintered as if it can no longer hold the secrets that once were within its walls. ” well done

  2. We can never truly know what happens to our friends when they enter the sanctum of their home. We see the truth in the stories where lives are lost literally or figuratively with years of abuse.

  3. I like the way you used the fence, usually as you say, a symbol of positive family times (except to Tom Sawyer, maybe) to show how we never know exactly how others see things and how their lives really are.

    (BTW, only one “t” in picket.) 🙂

    janet

  4. Dear Shoo,
    Obviously you’ve written from a deep place. Hopefully this piece is cathartic for you. I know from experience, the more you expose the beast the weaker it becomes.
    shalom,
    Rochelle

  5. Nice job Shoo…It’s odd how the simplest thing like a fence can remind someone of an event or events in their life…For me fences always remind me of my grandma’s dog, racism and school district lines…Speaking from the heart is the best thing a writer can do and you have done that here…That takes courage and I applaud you for having it, well done.
    Tom

    • Thanks for such kind words Tom. I am humbled. Objects certainly can bring back powerful memories. For me I saw the picture and these words just flowed. Just from a deeper place on this occasion. TY

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