The house was actually no different from any of the others on the street. The walls were the color of cream, the windows had flowers in them, and the door had a knocker with a bell design on it. It wouldn’t have caught anyone’s attention at all, but for two things… the creeper vines that fell shabbily from the balcony, and the sign.
The sign was stuck into the wet earth of the garden one day, by the owner of the house.
It proclaimed ominously, “Do not enter.”
At first, no one paid heed to the sign. The sign had been put there on All Fools’ Day. They thought it was a joke, and they continued to enter the compound when needed. The milkman kept the bottles of milk the next morning, and the newspaper boy threw his rolled up newspaper there as well. It was only in the evening of April 2nd that the neighborhood realized that the sign wasn’t to be taken lightly.
Jonah Jones, the paper boy, hit a six while playing cricket on the street, a harmless action. The ball bounced slowly into the compound, and rolled to a stop near the front door. When Jonah went to pick up the ball, the door opened, and big hands grasped his collar. What he saw next, no one quite knows. All they saw was Jonah, coming out of the compound, shaking like a leaf.
No one had the courage to confront Ezequiel Everard. Jonah wouldn’t speak against him; in fact he wouldn’t speak anything at all for a while. Even the cops decided that he was best left to himself. Ezequiel wouldn’t come out, not in the day anyways. But the children knew he was still around. Every Friday night, they would peek out from between the curtains, and see him come out after dark, a muffler around the lower half of his face, and a cane in his hand. He’d limp to the next street, where there was a grocery story that stayed open till late. Then limp back. After that he wasn’t to be heard from. He’d go back to being invisible.
The neighbors took to addressing him as “that man”, but the children dubbed him with another name, one that stuck more easily. He became E3… the enigmatic Ezequiel Everard, of whom no one knew anything. Or even if they did, they pretended not to. The curious kids made stories as to why he was the way he was, why he had, on that fateful All Fools’ Day morning, decided to go recluse. Some said he was attacked, and from then on, he was scared to come out. Some said he was an attacker, waiting to prey on little kids like Jonah. The story was taken up by parents, using it to scare their little ones on Friday evenings, to go to bed earlier. It worked.
No one cared why. They just left E3 to himself.
Three years after that, a family moved into the neighborhood – a couple and their young son. The boy was ten years old, and very excited to make new friends. It was the first time he had moved to a new home. As his parents looked after the formalities with the moving company, he ran to the playground at the end of the street, where the kids were playing. He stood a little distance away, waiting for the other kids to notice him. When they did, he was called over.
“What’s your name, new kid?” asked one of them, a gangling boy with brown hair.
“Never mind, we’ll find that out later,” another said, before the reply could come.
“If you want to be friends with us, you must pass the test,” he continued, looking at the others. “Do you think you are ready for that now?”
Eager to impress his soon-to-be friends, the new boy nodded.
“Well then, do you see that house over there, at the corner of this street? The one with the vines? That’s where E3 lives. All you have to do is open the gate, go inside, knock on the door and say hello. Can you do that?”
The new boy didn’t know of E3. After all, he was just another neighbor. He nodded again, and went on his way; the other kids watching him eagerly. He saw the sign, but thought that was the test. He opened the gate, which creaked, and walked through the small pathway between the lawn which hadn’t been mowed. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he knocked on the door, and waited.
When the door opened, a heavyset man stared at the young boy, who stood as still as a statue, staring back at him, a muffler around the lower part of his face.
“Hello,” he greeted E3 cheerfully.
Ezequiel looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
“Can’t you read?” he asked the boy, pointing at the sign.
“I’m new here. Just wanted to say hello. Nothing to be afraid of,” the boy replied, still smiling.
Ezequiel was surprised.
“Nothing to be afraid of, eh? Well, this will scare you,” he said, pulling down his muffler.
The new boy gave a gasp, and looked at his face with a mixture of fear and awe.
“That’s cool, Mr. E3, where’d you get that? How’d you get that?” he asked, catching Ezequiel off-guard.
“You’re not scared of my scar?” he asked, pointing at a long jagged scar that ran from his cheeks, to below his jaw.
“No way! That’s really cool,” the boy replied back.
And in that instant, a spell seemed to break. The other boys, who were watching, teemed into the compound, asking why the new boy didn’t get the gruffness they were meted out. Then seeing the scar, they too asked for the story behind it. And refused to budge from the compound without hearing it.
“But… why… erm… why did Jonah come back… all shaking three years ago?” asked one of them.
“Was his name Jonah? Didn’t mean to scare him like that, but well, he saw the wound, saw it in the flesh. It was still bloody. Must have been something I did, because the stitches had come out somehow. I grabbed him in my plight and asked him not to tell his parents. Is he still around?”
“Nah. He left some months after that day. But… why the sign? Why put it there?”
“I didn’t… didn’t want this face… to be seen. Even my niece… she used to say how handsome I was… she ran away… telling me to stay away from her. I just… just wanted to hide myself… after that!”
Then, they understood, sort of. As their parents came back from work, they saw the boys sitting on that untended lawn, listening to a heavyset, scarred man who they knew as Ezequiel. But gone was the scary, fierce eyes they had seen over the previous three years. His eyes twinkled again, his voice had mellowed. It could be seen in the eyes of the boys too. The fear they had for E3 had diminished by a lot.
As they returned to their homes that evening, the gangling boy extended a hand to the new boy, welcoming him.
“Every kid in the street is your friend now. You got a miracle on your first day!”
The new boy smiled, as he ran toward his house.
“What’s your name, kid? We forgot to ask that!” the gangling boy called after him.
The new boy turned, and smiled at his new friends.
“I’m Jonah. Jonah Wilkinson.”
The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.
To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 5, the word chosen by Bhavya was ENIGMA, around which this story was written.
(5th April 2014)
Aww such a heart warming story!
Thanks Sfoo 🙂
Wow… brilliant… I am becoming a fan of your stories… keep them coming… Loved the surprise element, the pace and the end… unpredictable.
And for some reason my other blog is linked with my name here.
I think it’s part of your WP profile settings maybe, Anuradha 🙂
Glad you loved the story and its pace, Anuradha 🙂 Thank you.
Wow…simply wow 🙂
Thanks, Jaibala 😛
What an amazing story!! The first part reminded me of To Kill a Mocking Bird but your ending was unique and just wonderful!!
Thanks, Roshni 🙂 Yes, the first part was a bit similar I think. It is my favorite novel, so a bit of inadvertent influence maybe! Thank you. 😀
Awesomeness itself! 🙂 Getting addicted to the stories you write Leo, for their themes, simplicity and crispness. *eagerly waiting for your next*
Thanks, and I’m glad you loved the story, Prathima 🙂
Absolutely sweet ! As usual, you’ve done !! And beautifully, too.
Loved the setting, Loved the flow and yes, loved the kid Jonah too 🙂
Glad you loved the setting, the flow, the kid Jonah and my story too, Sree 😀
I almost thought life would come full circle with that bein Jonah jr.
lovely story 🙂
Come to think of it, that would have been nice too 🙂 Thanks, Bawa!
Awesome…You write very well..Glad to find you..
Thank you, Preethi 🙂
Superb! It is becoming a delightful practice to read your posts.
Thanks, Janaki 🙂 Glad you are enjoying the stories!
you have such a knack of story writing! Phew…teach me few 🙂
Thanks, Ekta 🙂
You have talent. Period. I love how you are able to create the atmosphere of your story with ease for your readers. And the simple sentences you use to do that.
Thanks, Shail 🙂 Glad you liked it, and that I was able to create the atmosphere for the story well! 🙂
Starts with Do not enter, and ends on such a positive note!
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I usually give positive endings to my stories 🙂 There are exceptions sometimes of course! Glad you liked it, Damyanti.
That was some twist to the tale. Reminded me of O Henry… 😀
Hehehe 🙂 Thank you, Dagny.
That’s a real heart-touching story. Simple but well told 🙂
Thanks, Prasanna 🙂
You have the talent to let the story flow forcelessly
I loved the E3 character. Such a touching story. Could visualise it , even the muffler 🙂
Thanks, Afshan 🙂 Glad you could visualize the story easily. 😀
One Jonah induces fear the other erases it.. Reminded me of The Friendly Giant story, one of my favs. still think I need a date with your muse.. 🙂
It took a Jonah to break the enigma of Ezequiel 🙂 When it was another who made him enigmatic.
Glad you liked it 🙂 Thanks Pins. We’ll meet my muse soon.
lovely story Leo! touched my heart! One query though – what’s with the name Jonah? I feel I lost something there. The boy who left town was Jonah and the new one who came was also Jonah – any connection?
No connections as in being related to each other, Sundari 🙂 Like I said to Vaayadi, it took a Jonah to cancel the enigma that another Jonah brought across!
Glad you loved the story. 🙂 Thank you.
Yeah reminds me of the Friendly Giant… Nicely done
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Thank you, Pheno 🙂
Superb story it was. Was hooked till the end of it. Can’t expect anything less from you oni.
Thanks, Preeti di 😀
A very imaginative story! I had the same thought as Sundari. Got it now!! 🙂
Thanks, Shilpa 🙂 Glad you liked it and found it to be imaginative!
Great story. Well written. I like the full circle theme it had with the name Jonah.
Thanks, Dee 🙂 Glad you liked the story!
I was totally enthralled in the story forgetting the world!! Totally loved it and your narration skills! Book marking this site 🙂
Glad you were enthralled by my short story, Swathi 🙂 Thank you so much for the kind words!
This was a beautiful story with a wonderful ending. You have great talent, Leo! thank you so much for sharing this.
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Thanks, Jean 🙂 Glad you liked the story!
Heartwarming and Gripping 🙂 You should turn to writing a book! 🙂 A bit of research on a topic with your magic hands and there’s another Sidney Sheldon in the making 🙂
I’m already trying to write a novel. 🙂 But the flow goes lost.
Glad you liked the story, Nirvana:)
Brilliantly woven story… the end was totally unexpected, flow was awesome too!!!
Thanks, Elixired 🙂 Glad you liked the story.
That’s a beautiful story, leo….very heart warming…and I went awwww 🙂
Thanks, Kajal 🙂
Beautifully written 🙂
I liked kids’ conversation part the most. It’s the first time I predicted the ending of the story before its end.
Reading you makes my day.. 🙂
Thank you, Sims 😛
Vinay..this is superb!!
Thanks, Poo 🙂
You had me hooked till the very end. Loved it 🙂
Thank you, Jyotsna 🙂
You are forcing me to become ur fan , aren’t you? 😀
I just couldn’t look anywhere else till the end…
No force 🙂 If you are, then I’m happy 😀 Thanks, Naba.
Kids work magic and bring life to even dead things, then what is a man with a broken heart and a scarred face!
Good sweet story 🙂
Yes. Kids have that quality in them. absolutely 🙂