Beyond the Fence

“Ain’t much to look at,” the caretaker had said.  “But the stories are true.  It works.”
I admit, I was skeptical at first.  But I stood out there dawn after dawn and waited for the mist.  When it finally came, there you were – looking back at me.
I gripped the wood so hard my hands hurt for days – but I kept the caretaker’s next words in mind.
“Never, never cross the fence till the mist burns off.”
But the mist’s rising again, my love – and this time I’ll be waiting on the other side.


Anyone seen a red lunch box with cameras sticking out?  Perhaps it landed in your tree??  We lost a high altitude balloon on Wednesday, and we think it ended up somewhere in North Carolina, read about it here.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:


About glossarch

The word "glossarch" doesn't exist. At least, not yet. But let's pretend it does for a second. The first part is "gloss," a word that comes to us from Ancient Greek via Latin and English. It means "language." The second part also comes from Ancient Greek and can mean "having power over." So "glossarch" means simply "language controller." So what am I doing making up words? Well, I made up an entire language once. It's called Angosey. So I'm the Glossarch of Angosey. I'm currently a doctorate student in volcano seismology (a branch of geophysics). I enjoy writing fiction and poetry, launching balloons, programming, and hanging out with my lovely wife! Follow me on Twitter! Writing and language creation: @glossarch Balloons and science: @bovineaerospace
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14 Responses to Beyond the Fence

  1. Sun says:

    i’m wondering by your last line if your character is hoping to be reunited with a love one that has passed on or something else? the character gripping the wood demonstrated such intensity. nicely done.

  2. Oh my. I’m not entirely sure what’s happening (though I do have a theory) – but this is the most romantic story I’ve read in a long, long time. Very nice.

    (My theory? If you cross the fence while the mist lasts, you’ll be in the land of the dead like the one you wanted to meet, and there’s no returning. They met at the fence once, and she* dutifully stayed on her own side – and lost her love again. But this time, without even waiting for him to arrive, she crossed. Such an intense picture of the power of lost love and yearning.)

    *Now that I think of it, you didn’t specify which character is what sex. Oh well. Insert whichever pronouns are appropriate.

  3. subroto says:

    An afterworld reunion seems to be looming. Nicely done.

  4. Wow! Nicely written.

  5. Dear Danny,

    Sounds like a mist-tical reunion about to happen. I had to read it twice but I think I got it the second time. Nitpicky perhaps, but I don’t think you need “It works.” after “The stories are true.”

    Nice one.



  6. Very romantic story. I don’t know if I’d climb that fence though. I think it would be better if the narrator went on with their life. That wouldn’t be as romantic though. Well written. 🙂 —Susan

  7. I loved this. Every word. Eerily romantic. Thanks for sharing. :>

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