Fence

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Fred walked out to the back forty to find Barb standing by the fence. Some of her long, beautiful hair had gotten caught in the barbwire. She picked and tugged at it.

“Morning Barb! Got yourself caught again? You know, neither one of us has run cattle on our property in a long time. I’m not planning on changing that. Are you?”

“Nope.” She ripped the hair loose.

“Why don’t we just take this fence down?”

“It’s the way I was raised. ‘Good fences make good neighbors’ as they say. I’d hate to lose you as a neighbor.”

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Madison Woods

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