The overgrown garden was fenced in.
But he found his way inside through a broken and rusted part.
With his constant attention and care he turned the garden into a paradise of patterned burst of bright colors.
One day I threw him out, and built a new and stronger fence.
The orderliness was driving me insane.
©Shail Mohan 2014
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: FENCED.
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Ah, I like this one. When an overly clean place can drive you nuts! I feel that way at times when I visit some people’s homes 😉
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Truly so! 😉
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You have to visit my home only for the disorderliness :-)!
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I can imagine, with two (or is that three?) boys and a dog 😉
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Ayyo paavam! 🙂
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Well I can safely safe you wont find that here anytime. . So come over for a healthy dose of disorderliness…
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Hahaha….I am a serious case of OCD and so, I will keep him.
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I prefer pretty disorder than uniform order! Very nice!
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I am definitely one who has everything in disorder, no matter how much i try to get some order!!! Very nice
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
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Oh, I’d like to have someone as passionate a gardener, never mind the pattern!.
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