Vladyslav Pryima

Just another fence

I remember it - a truly marvellous day. That’s what I thought as I was walking down the street. I knew it quite well by now. Every streetlight and dustbin just stood in their usual places, and this fact itself comforted me very much. At least until I noticed that something was being installed near the street crossing. Well, to better put it, it was reinstalled - one of those short square-cut fences which stood at every crossing for no reason other than indicating that it was indeed a crossing. The old, shabby one was nowhere to be seen.