The Man on the Balcony

One shot short story. Warning Contains explicit content

“Never go down that street.”This was a frequent statement made by the adults in my village. My generation and the younger generations were free to go wherever we wantedEXCEPTthat street.

But I was twenty-one now, I was no longer a child. Surely, I could go now, right? My sister who was ten years my senior could go, so why couldn’t I?

Building my courage and balling my fists I ran after them.