Fenced in

wooden picket fence

Left to weather the years untended, scrub and cedar saplings have taken over the church yard. The spindly fence surrounding the garden teeters at the verge of collapse, barely holding back the spirits cradled inside.

Sometimes, late in the evening, betwixt the flickering stars and the waning moon, a mournful keening weaves its way up from the stones. Pushing against the wooden slats, straining for release, the bound spirits are never unable to break free.

New neighbors, primed to clear the unsightly lot, worked to strip away the aged stockade, naively removing the only barrier to the malevolent presence.

Light and Shade Weekend Challenge. “Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

9 thoughts on “Fenced in

  1. A great take on the prompt. I loved the suspense you created and then leaving us to imagine just what awful things would happen now the fence was gone.

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