July 12, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a broken fence. You can mend it, leave it, or explain its place in a story. Go where the prompt leads.
Cracked, dry, weathered, unloved and neglected yet it refuses to give in. It stands or leans as any old timer might. Gravity has had a say as it ages. The posts once strong and proud in holding the rails firmly in place, the palings once painted a vibrant green are now grey with age, and if you look carefully, you might find evidence of its once youthful beauty.
Today it represents a time when fences constructed sturdily made good neighbours when you trusted them to lean on and chat across them, but today stand as a divide between properties.
Written for: https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/12/july-12-flash-fiction-challenge/
Morpethroad 
I really liked this, Michael.
Thanks so much Robbie
Such a telling comment on our times.
Thanks so much
I agree with anur.
Michael, what a deep insight your fence gives as the purpose of what was once dependable and beautiful is now only a divide.
Thanks Charli, I had “good fences make good neighbours’ ingrained into me.