Over the Fence
by
Lowry Pei
I remember I was next to the back fence when I almost died. I was in the back yard, doing nothing, wandering around scuffing my feet in the old leaves that were spilling off of the pile that I had put there the previous fall, and what was I thinking? Nothing cosmic enough for such an occasion. I was probably thinking about work without meaning to, or trying to figure out why Ellen was feeling however she was feeling, and then I found myself lying on the ground by the back fence, my face turned toward the house. My cheek felt ground into the dirt. I had no memory of getting there; I seemed to have fallen without knowing it. I wanted to feel my head to see what had hit me, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and besides I couldn’t move my arms or, it seemed, any part of myself except my eyes, maybe not even them, except I was focusing sharply on some grass stems inches from my nose ...
My name is Ayoub Touil. I'm a Programmer . I'm from Morocco, Kenitra. I love music , reading, playing Football, going out with friends ,eating outside and of course i love programming.
I love going to the movies, chating . I love going away on the weekends to different places.
I hate surprises, i also hate not having anything to do. I hate onions.
My dream is to have a big family , get a good and well pay job, travel around the world and meet all the different cultures and learn a lot about all of them.
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