If gates could speak, this one would tell a million stories. Once it protected me from Mrs. Nyong’s wrath: I kicked my ball right through her kitchen window.
I ran home faster than Bolt: see in our community there’s a code, ‘err on the street get disciplined on the street, make it home before you’re caught and it’s up to your parents what happens next.’ Everyone knew Mrs Nyong’s discipline was life changing and I wasn’t ready for it just yet.
Today the gate adds another story to it’s memoirs; the coffin is en-route the mortuary, sad story unfortunately …
In response to Friday fictioneers writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by David Stewart and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting it, see you next week.
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