Fences by Tiffany Greenfield www.eleventhhourfiction.wordpress.com

As teenagers they had stood at the fence at the edge of their neighborhood park.  The last time she saw him he had tucked her sun kissed hair behind her ear and said he would write.   It took 15 years, but the postcards had started arriving last June.  All of them, fences and four simple words, “I still see you.”


2 thoughts on “Fences

  1. You have wonderful story starters, Tiffany. I wish I’d had a collection of these when I was teaching kids the art of the short story…and they couldn’;t come up with a storyline.

    • Mary, this means so much to me coming from you. I was a kid who severely struggled with the mechanics of grammar yet I always had a story to tell. It was an obstacle that took me many years to overcome. So your words, being the teacher and Bard fan that you are, mean so much to me. Thank you.

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