It wasn't like I had ever been curious about what was on the other side of the fence dividing my backyard from the neighbors.
I'd had no reason to look over after all. And the fence itself was rather tall, taller than any normal fence by any means.
The neighbors were quiet too. Folks that kept to themselves, though I could hear their voices in muted conversation on occasion, and even more rarely smell the scent of a BBQ on their side of the fence as I hung out on the hammock strung between two trees.
There'd been no reason to look.
Until the windstorm had knocked the fence over.
-Inspiration from a conversation on fences around our house.
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