It's..... just....fences
Wake up.....
The faint and unknown voice makes Lacy’s eyes go wide.
Wake up...
The tone starts getting a little louder and closer; Lacy tries to get up but is held back by the intense pain through her back. The only thing Lacy can move without a jolt of pain is her head; she looks left and right only to see a dirty, rotting pine fence, the wind slowly whistling, and the row of fences leading in random positions. Lacy again tries to raise herself off the dirt slowly; while being slow and steady, the pain is being reduced and getting a little easier. She slowly moves forward through the hallway of fences but is quickly stopped by a dead end. She turns left to the shock of being introduced to a set of paths. She has the great idea to put a line in the dirt so if she is left at a dead end, she can retrace her steps, but upon doing so, the line vanishes in seconds, making Lacy jump back in surprise. There was no strategy in this maze, only to make a risky decision and hopefully hit luck. The fences looked mouldy and damp; Lacy could easily smash through them but held back the idea due to the pain still gripping down on her. Lacy stood back, very apprehensive of her predicament; the background was nothing but pure darkness, with a frightening scarcity of sound in the region.
It was just fences.... and fences.... it never had an exit...... it never had a significance.... it was ju.. jus.. just wooden fences........
LACY’S BATTLES OF FRUSTRATION™
