Copyright – Sarah Ann Hall
I grew up in the shadow of that fence, wondering what might lie behind it. I invented characters, created worlds. I remember standing at its foot, calling out, hollering the names of my imaginary friends. No one ever answered of course, not in real life, but I heard their replies back then. I made loads of friends like that; fairies, dwarves, elves.
Now, as I stand here, peering over the fence, it all comes back to me. It turns out there’s nothing behind it; just a rusty shed and an overgrown garden; millions of dollars wasted away by decay.
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For Friday Fictioneers.
I wanted to go for some fantasy this week, but it wouldn’t come to me! Hope you like the alternative.
Sandra's scribbles 
Dear Sandra,
Sounds like the story of a lonely little girl with an active imagination. She must’ve grown up to be a writer. Sweet story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Not this little girl! This little girl still talks to her imaginary friends much too often!
It’s sad losing dreams. Well-crafted.
janet
Yup; the repercussions of growing up…for some, at least.
Hmmm…. Just like real life. Doesn’t quite live up to what we imagine!
The best one I read. So real and life like. 🙂
Oh how flattering! Thanks a lot for your comment 🙂
Ah, the dreams that die when we grow up and forget the possibilities of magic! Well done.
You’ve ouline the message behind this piece perfectly. Thanks, Steve 🙂
Perfect title — others’ fantastical or child-like impressions of this picture — filling it with faeries, etc appeals to to kid in me, but your literal, disenchanted picture appeals to the adult in me.
I’m happy it did as that is what it was meant to do! Thanks for your comment, Helena.
Lovely story Sandra. Enjoyed it.
Thanks, Sandra 🙂
I like the imagination of the narrator in the beginning. Hopefully, some of that imagination will come back after seeing the reality of the rusty shed and overgrown garden. Those things can hold wild things, too.
I’m sure they can, especially at night!
Sad, but true!
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/05/15/friday-fictioneers-5172013-genre-horror-humorous-pg13/
Yup, thanks Scott.
a nice story.. 🙂
Do we really loose our imagination growing up… maybe I never did…. very nice story
Definitely not all of us lose or there won’t be any Friday Fictioneers 😀
That’s kind of a bleak ending; like growing up and finding the world a more less fantastic place than we thought. Well written though.
Thanks, David.
Strongly evoked my childhood. I always find something beautiful in ascribing wonder to less than awe inspiring places.
I was going to insert vampires somewhere in this, but the word limit stopped me. I always see vampires/ ghosts in run-down buildings! Glad I didn’t lose that at my age.
Lovely – you captured how sad it is to find such amazing places tangled by years of neglect. This made me think of childhood. Great read.
We might have had similar childhoods then 🙂
I did like this. Better than fantasy IMHO.
Very kind! Thank you.
Our young imaginations are always more exciting than adult reality. I think she should stick with the elves and dwarves.
Agreed.