Another assignment. A flash fiction. Not very good. Very short. Just the way I expected it. Please give advice.

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The Fence

It’s always been there, for as long as I can remember.

The mellow sunshine kissed the tulip’s lips warmly, and the wind greeted them with a silent breeze. The pale white fence stood there still, as it always had, as it always will.

My feet pushed against the prickly grass, wet with spring dew, and I carefully made my way to the gardens. I dripped water into the thirsty soil with my green snake, and laughed as droplets tickled my toes.

The next-door neighbor came tiptoeing to her own lawn, the other side of the white fence. We did not smile or flash glances, passing by each other like two passing trains going toward opposite directions.

I muttered and sang to myself, words the neighbor ignored. I gazed into the sky to see the floating clouds and rising sun.

But an odd tinge of curiosity rang in the beat of my heart. We stood in front of each other, bending down to tend the tulips.

“I’ve always liked these tulips,” I murmured, “Look so nice against the white fence…”

It struck me. I never remembered planting these tulips.

“You planted them very nicely.” I blurted out.

The neighbor looked at me, surprised.

For all the years we had never exchanged a single word, what was I thinking?

“But,” the neighbor stammered, “I never planted them.”

“What? I didn’t either.” I touched a tulip, then my hand traveled to the fence, “And the fence?”

“Not mine.”

This white fence had kept us apart for years, neither of us going to the other side.

But now, the mysterious tulips had brought us together.

I smiled, “Would you like to come over for tea this afternoon?”