This week’s Five-Sentence Fiction, View, prompted by Lillie McFerrin. With thanks to Neil Gaiman…
There was my forest that divided us from O’Hallorans, next door.
That adjoined to the vast cliff face of a wall, impossible to climb, not even if you had a Sherpa and a couple of oxygen tanks could you make that.
Then, the vast palatial lawns of the garden, ending in the rockery, which I always made sure to avoid when I cycled my grounds.
You could end up in the lake, soaked from head to toe if you weren’t careful.
Funny how much smaller everything looks now I am bigger.