A story

The rain falls, unexpectedly just as she started working on it. She is annoyed at the irony but is determined. Pilers in her hand, she snips the first wire, the second, totally unaware of the overwhelming emotions that is creeping up from deep inside. Images flash, and all was there - buried and repressed, they flood back like water through a broken dam, as though watching a movie, she watched her memories replay before her own eyes.

The rain falls still, wetting her hair first, then her shirt, her pants, tears merge with rain and the only way she can tell them apart is from the faint salty taste in her mouth. Her hands are sore, but she continues on like a robot, her mind transfixed on the past.

Some time past, she is unsure how long, she snaps back to reality, feeling sick to the stomach from nostalgia, she sits down and stared into her hands. Fresh red blood stains her hands, slowing washing away by the rain, and through her hands she sees his hands, also covered with scratches from the malicious wiring of the fence. It was almost like karma, he bled when he built it, and now she has to bleed to take it down. She sits there still, her white fluffy dog staring at her almost with the same sad eyes and all she could taste was that familiar salty taste.

Each time she cuts a wire it seems like she is snipping out a little piece of her she never knew, each time she cuts a wire she dies from guilt inside for destroying his hardwork, each time she cut a wire she sees him tying the wire, his hands sore too, each time she cuts a wire it seems she is cutting a piece of him out of her life... bits by bits...until there is nothing left.

She finishes her job. Numb from physical and emotional pain. She looks out the window to her backyard, it was exactly how she felt, empty and lonely, what use to be there is gone. And all that she has left, is an image of his back walking out, the faint smell left behind, and the familiar wet patch on her pillow every night before she goes to bed.


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