Prose Challenge – Write a story in 150 words or less about a boundary that opens with the following:
When I saw it, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was all true.
There it was, every story I had been told, as a child was true. The boundary was a wall made solely of liquorice allsorts.
They were packed together in a random fashion, the boundary wall stretching as far as the eye could see.
How it came to be was a mystery but you had the impression it wasn’t a wall to be trifled with. Within a foot of the wall you experienced a magnetic force, not drawing you in but rather repealing you from it.
My mate Charlie fought against it and snatched a delicious looking block, green with rich liquorice layers, it was the last thing he ever did. His look of satisfaction turned to horror in an instant.
I made a cairn of stones to remember where Charlie was now. He replaced the block he stole, and like every other block fitted seamlessly into place.