Charlie and Ann’s new home had two bedrooms, two baths, and a new roof – set on three acres.
Ann told him she didn’t like the old fence behind the house separating the lawn from the wood, maybe twenty-five feet long, it looked like it could topple at any time.
Charlie agreed with her; tugged a picket, and it came off effortlessly. “I’ll have this down by Thursday.”
But Thursday never came.
The Boggums came first.
They came that night.
Crept through the hole where the picket had been.
By morning the baby was gone.
The prompt I used:
“Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.”
G K Chesterton