Friday Fictioneers: Rusted Gate

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.


Rusted Gate

He stared out of the door’s window, through the gate that had long since rusted shut.

People walked by, talking, laughing, jogging, walking dogs, living. Children walked to school and back. Cars drove up and down the street. He wondered where they went. He longed to join them, to frolic, to explore, to live.

Instead, he sat and watched as the world passed by. Seconds, minutes, hours, gave way to days, weeks, and months.

He stared out of the window in the door, through the gate that had long since rusted shut. Or was that obstacle just in his mind?

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  1. At first I thought the story was about someone suffering from agoraphobia, which is a horrible and debilitating condition. On second reading, though, I realised you were also using it as a metaphor for any self-imposed isolation, which could be caused by grief or fear or even a profound lack of imagination. Many layers in this story, Nobbin – I like it!

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