This is week 158 of Sonya’s “Three Line Tales” exercise.
The fence was just a physical thing to Jonathan, like his grey room or the dining hall. It had a purpose – to enforce a limit to his meanderings – but he didn’t know why.
He didn’t know how long he’d been there. Or how long he was to stay. Or even how and why he got there. It was just the way it was.
He had no reason for anything. He had no memory of before. The tests had torn every shred of story from him, and now he had nothing left.
Thanks for reading,