Friday Fictioneer: The Fence
They looked away as they passed the rusty fence. They wished not to look upon the destitute. Out of sight. Out of existence.
Those who came to taunt those down and out were surly disappointed for there was nothing to see. Literally. The lot beyond the fence was empty.
Those who came with compassion and mercy, came to bless, to heal the physical body, to feed the starving, and to mend broken hearts.
They instead were blessed and had their hearts refreshed.
The fence was a test to see who was worthy and who was truly poverty stricken.
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, anyone can play.
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