Good Fences

by Jeff Dewsbury

Neighbors complain. It happens. Accusations are easy to pull out of the air, pluck from a tree, dig from the gutter. They’re weightless. But confrontation is concrete. The dial tone on the end of a phone seems as far away as the comfort of a six foot fence, the property line and the days when my home was my castle.


Jeff Dewsbury is a freelance writer living in British Columbia, Canada.