Behind The Green Fence

By Betty Wilkins

Francisco watches with fascination as a large Carnival is set up inside the the Green Fence which surrounds the large empty space behind his house. When he is offered a job there by a small, green-eyed man he schemes (dreams?) his way Behind the Green Fence where he encounters the exotic people he dreams of and has a night full of adventure and mystery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Betty Wilkins
• Release date: Aug 18, 2009
• ISBN: 9781452351261

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Behind The Green Fence

Author: Betty A. Wilkins

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Copyright 2004 by Betty A. Wilkins

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Behind The Green Fence – Chapter 1

Francisco lay in bed and tried to shut his eyes tightly, but as soon as he did they would pop open and his gaze would be pulled toward his open bedroom window. It seemed hours had passed since he had come to bed and most of that time he had spent crouched by the window, his face close to the screen with his eyes, ears and nose taking in all the sensations they could from the field behind his home.

It was a dark night but by peering through the leaves of the large tree outside the window he could see the streetlights reflect off the metal of the long, spidery arms of one of the contraptions. Now and then he could catch a glint from the framework of the giant wheel.

If Francisco breathed hard he could scent strange, unfamiliar odors, and he had sat, trying to sort them out, for what seemed to be hours. Now and then he recognized the sweet, musty smell of the horses that he had seen earlier, and then the farm scent of hay, and the earth smell from places where the ground had been dug into for stakes and braces.

Earlier in the evening he had caught odors of cooking food and in his mind had pictured a group of strange, vagabond people gathered around an open fire, eating the exotic foods it seemed to Francisco they must eat. Nothing ordinary like the meatloaf his mother had fixed for their dinner.

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