Ashville: A Narrative Fiction

It was raining again. Recently, that is all it ever seemed to do. My dark eyes watched the blanketed sky with mild fascination. The droplets, more fragile than glass, shattered against everything they touched. The rain painted the town of Ashville with hues of gray. In the glass of the window, I could see my own transparent reflection. To the glass, I was just a ghost with a rainy face, though it showed me all that I was. Coal eyes, cotton hair, and snowy skin. My eyes had always reminded me of my mother, and where she came from. I could imagine beautiful women with long dark hair and sun kissed skin, the smell of warm, freshly baked bread, and weaving poinsettias through one's hair. I wished to be more like that. Instead I more resembled my father. I could hardly remember what he looked like though. He was a traveler. Every year he sent me a very special and very expensive trinket from wherever he was visiting. I had five, and the last I received from him was most precious to me. I couldn't think of a time when I didn't have it with me. It was a necklace from Italy with …show more content…
He glanced at me. “It isn't right now,” he replied. “Why do they even need an electric fence at the forest?” Alec walked back over to where I stood. “There has been a lot of animal attacks recently. There is a fence going the length of the forest to keep the animals out of the town. Usually it isn't on during the day so that they can save power,” he explained to me. The explanation surprised me. “Animal attacks? What sort of animals would come out of the forest to attack people in town?” “Wolves?” “Wolves? In Pennsylvania? I thought they weren't in this area anymore...” I frowned deeper. Alec shrugged and starts to scale the fence. “I don't know, I'm not a news anchor,” “Where the hell are you going?!” Alec landed on the other side of the fence. He faced me with a