Response

Rarely is the call answered

There were calls, repeated but not monotonous. A bit scary perhaps. They were the calls of serendipity.

I was leading a life, in a way which they said was my life in my way. To jump over the blue fence wasn't difficult. Easier was to remain confined. Confinement not in its sense but as they said. Later that morning, the fence turned yellow. It was now difficult to cross over them. The option of getting bundled up was no more. I had to flow. And hence I had to jump over the fence which in dusk have rusted red.

The calls were scary and unavoidable. The phantom inside us has responded -at its will, in its way, to lead its life.

And then they said I let it go.

Reviews

[Ruth]

To claim a redemption somehow...colour distorts in such an escape from reality, surreal, enjoyed:)

[Dipanjan Dutta]

Thank you Poppy for reading and reviewing

[AaronFreitas]

Nice work buddy... I enjoyed your story :)

[Dipanjan Dutta]

Thank you Aaron