“If you don’t replace that board I will. I didn’t put this fence up so that you could ‘just see what I’m up to’ over here, and I certainly don’t want to see your crap.”
His idea of a backyard was a place to putter with hoarded junk; hers tidy gardened areas and a patio. The fence was her solution to the visual and spatial assaults when his piles increasingly spread and drifted towards her territory.
He felt her solution only caused more problems. “It’s come between us,” he called over the fence.
Sometimes her husband stated the obvious.
Charli says: Broken fences can be mended. Everyone’s story matters.
Carrot Ranch July 12, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a broken fence. You can mend it, leave it, or explain its place in a story. Go where the prompt leads.