2728. Beyond the garden shed|
© Bruce Goodman 18 May 2023
Aren’t you sick of stories where the kid goes through the back of a wardrobe, or walks through a mirror, and suddenly everything is transformed into some sort of magical place? You’d think these writers could come up with something more original. Of course, the first time it was done was original, but not anymore.
I wanted to shy away from such a common clichéd motif but it suddenly happened to me in real life. I am not one to shun the facts of a truth, nor will I dolly things up to make them more palatable, but it’s a fact that I was walking to the garden shed to get a trowel to weed my garden and I opened the door and walked into the most spectacular garden I have ever seen.
There were four people picnicking on the lawn in the shade of a tree. I approached and asked them where I was. They turned and stared at me like I was from outer space and then one of them said “What?”
I walked away, but I heard one of them say as I left, “That idiot can suck eggs for all I care.”
Then I saw a group of about six people watching four people playing badminton on a lawn next to a duck pond. I went up to the group of onlookers and said “Excuse me. Where exactly am I?” They were a lot more polite than the previous group. They said I was watching the Penguins playing the Gazelles in a game of badminton, and they suspected that the team from Clotsville would win. I thanked them but was none the wiser. I moved on.
Very soon I came across a garden shed. I opened the door and entered. I picked up a trowel and went out to my garden. As I asked at the beginning, aren’t you sick of stories where the kid goes through the back of a wardrobe, or walks through a mirror, and suddenly everything is transformed into some sort of magical place? So I threw thoughts of my very real experience aside and got on with the business of weeding the garden.
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