My Neighbors Treated My Fence Like It Was Theirs Until I Finally Put a Stop to It

a fence rail and smooth it into a neat rectangle. Wind doesn’t care about symmetry.

I stared at it for probably longer than was strictly reasonable, turning the question over, wondering if I was reading too much into it. Then I told myself I was, tossed the towel back, and went inside.

But then it kept happening. Socks. A pair of jeans. A t-shirt in continue reading …