Windstorms were frequent visitors to the valley; at least, they had been as long as Beck’s and Kirk’s families remembered. The only thing more frequent than wind, in fact, was their petty neighbor disputes:
Kirk called the police on Beck for some fireworks.
Beck’s wife blamed Kirk’s kids for broken gate slats.
And everyone said Kirk’s dog was just plain yappy.
But the day after the panel blew down between their yards, Beck showed up, right at Kirk’s door. “Reckon you could use a hand with that there rotten post,” was all he said.
And they got to work.
Chel Owens 
Now as ever you’re one step ahead of me. What is this carrot ranch witchery?
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Flash fiction for us sprinters. 😉 Free to play; check it out.
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Ooooh that’s interesting. Although it takes me about 6 miles to get going these days.
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I wasn’t a fan at first, but find flash to be fun and surprisingly challenging.
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Where do you find the challenges?
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Charli posts on the Carrot Ranch blog (follow my link), with a new topic each week on Thursdays.
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They just had to find a common cause, i guess!
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🙂 Work together to keep each other out?
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‘Zackly!
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Such an apt display of complacent neighbors who let pettiness fuel their lives until they realize it’s better to help. Hope it lasts!
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Thanks for reading, Charli! 🙂
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