Reckon You’re My Neighbor


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.


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12 thoughts on “Reckon You’re My Neighbor

    • Chelsea Owens July 16, 2018 / 9:35 am

      Flash fiction for us sprinters. 😉 Free to play; check it out.


    • Chelsea Owens July 16, 2018 / 9:55 am

      I wasn’t a fan at first, but find flash to be fun and surprisingly challenging.


    • Chelsea Owens July 16, 2018 / 11:06 am

      Charli posts on the Carrot Ranch blog (follow my link), with a new topic each week on Thursdays.

      Liked by 1 person

  1. Charli Mills July 18, 2018 / 5:51 pm

    Such an apt display of complacent neighbors who let pettiness fuel their lives until they realize it’s better to help. Hope it lasts!

    Liked by 1 person

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