Don’t Touch That Fence
I wish she’d told me. As I gripped the cold wire to stare into the pasture at her horse, a chestnut brown gelding with a white marking on its forehead that looked like the number seven, I was enchanted.
And electrified.
Or at least the fence was.
I was a pre-teen city girl visiting my country cousin. I didn’t know there was such a thing as an electric fence. The purpose is to keep your animals safely inside, and the predators outside.
A fence is a boundary.
We all need boundaries, especially as writers.
