Forbidden paths

Photo (c) Jan Marler Morrill
Photo (c) Jan Marler Morrill

It happened the summer I turned nine. We’d wake up early — unlike during the term — and head out to play. There were no parks, no gardens. Just the alleyways. We’d stay out till late playing cricket, hide-and-seek or football, returning only for food.

There was just one forbidden lane. The cul-de-sac with the yellow bungalow.

We didn’t chase our cricket balls there; we never hid there. Until that fateful summer.

We argued with him to not go there. ‘She’s a witch,’ said one. ‘A monster,’ said another.

He laughed at us.

Since his return, he hasn’t spoken.

© Sanch V @Sanch Writes (8 July 2016) 

Word Count: 99. Written for Friday Fictioneers and the WordPress Daily Prompt. You can check out other Friday Fictioneers here.  

  1. mukhamani

    July 8, 2016 at 3:31 pm

    That is scary. hasn’t he spoken or spoken about his experience?

    1. Sanch, the writer

      July 10, 2016 at 2:09 pm

      It’s a piece of fiction Mukhamani but no, in it, he hasn’t spoken since.

  2. Shilpa Gupte

    July 9, 2016 at 3:28 am

    OMG! Sanch, please don’t leave us biting our nails in suspense! We so want the entire story, please!

    1. Sanch, the writer

      July 10, 2016 at 2:09 pm

      Thanks Shilpa…it was a bit hard in 100 words or less to try and explain it all. I like to sometimes leave things to the reader’s imagination

  3. Margaret Leggatt

    July 9, 2016 at 7:13 pm

    Oooh. What happened in there? Very good – leaves the imagination free to fill in the spaces.

    1. Sanch, the writer

      July 10, 2016 at 2:08 pm

      Thanks Margaret! I have my ideas but I’m leaving it to the reader’s imagination! 🙂

  4. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    July 9, 2016 at 9:05 pm

    Dear Sanch,

    This left me wanting to know more. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    1. Sanch, the writer

      July 10, 2016 at 1:21 pm

      Thanks Rochelle, with so few words, I do like to leave it to the reader to figure some things out or at least, wanting more

  5. liz young

    July 10, 2016 at 3:15 am

    Whatever happened must have been awful – you built the tension up to this brilliantly.

  6. Björn

    July 11, 2016 at 12:52 am

    Ouch … that was sinister.

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