Behind the Fence (Flash Fiction)
One day, another girl peeped over the fence next door.
“Hello,” she called out, and Liliana stopped singing, studying the girl in mute curiosity.
“Hi,” she finally stammered.
“Can I join you?”
“I don’t see why not.”
From that moment onward, Liliana and Ruth spent every day together, and Liliana never found herself alone again. Every day, they would sneak behind the fence, run around in the weeds, or marvel at a harmless snake slithering through the tall grass. Yet, as all things do, their childhood passed on, blowing away with the dandelion seeds through the air.
They fell apart as they grew older, Liliana following her dreams of music.
When tragedy struck, Liliana blamed herself. If she had spent less time in her makeshift studio and more time with her best friend, she might have noticed the depression and saved Ruth’s life. She refused to read the letter Ruth had written, for she feared that when she read it, she would accept the impossible.
After the funeral, which Liliana had somehow made her way through with only a couple of tears, she took Ruth’s letter and a knife, sneaking away from her sympathetic parents and out behind the fence where the two of them had met.
Could someone slit their own throat? It seemed the quickest way to die.
With shaky hands, Liliana opened the letter, scanning the words, written in Ruth’s usual sloppy penmanship.
“I love you, Lily. More than anything in this world, and someday, I look forward to seeing you in the next.”
Liliana fingered the knife in her hands, glancing up at the sky in tribute. “Not too long,” she whispered.
“I walked back behind the fence yesterday. You know, the place where we met. There was a wild rose growing back there, and though your parents named you Liliana, I always knew roses were your secret favorite.”
Liliana trailed her gaze along the fence, finally spying the flower that cradled the fence.
“I don’t want it to die. You need to take care of it for me. Please?”
Liliana dropped the knife, and finally, crouched over the wild rose, she sobbed, aching pain filling every fiber of her being.
She looked upward at the sky, tears choking her voice, and she imagined Ruth looking back at her. “I don’t see why not,” she said.
1 comments
This is such a sweet story! :D I love it so much - it feels like it should be a full-length book!! :D
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