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AND NOW, your 250-word short story:
Ainsley wanted to tell his neighbor he was going to put a fence between their yards, but the first thing people ask when you tell them you want a fence is why you need a fence, as though need always equals want and vice-versa.
He didn’t need a fence. It wasn’t like Terry was an invading Mongol horde, or the Allied forces in West Berlin, or…
(Ainsley decided later on he would look up to see whether there were other famous fences in history, because what is a wall but a fence with delusions of grandeur?)
He wasn’t sure yet what kind of fence. A picket fence did not appeal; too grandmotherly. Picket fences meant doilies in your house and you could be bothered, after all, just be polite about it. Nor did he want chain-link, redolent of prisons and large dog-ownership, foretelling bare patches of dirt in the backyard and an above-ground pool.
His fence must be head-high. It must be wood, with paint eventually peeling so someday when noticed that, he could plan a trip to go get new paint.
He took to walking around different neighborhoods, eyeing fences. He imagined this summer digging post holes, putting the fence up, sitting back in his plastic yard chair, a book and a Coke and a radio playing the ballgame.
“You don’t like baseball,” his wife said at that last part. As though that was important, he thought, and told her what kind of fences he’d seen that day.