For years, life on Maple Street was peaceful. I’d built my little fence after making a handshake deal with my old neighbors, Jim and Susan. It wasn’t exactly on the property line, but we’d all agreed, and I paid for everything myself. The fence became my pride and joy, giving me privacy and a sense of home. Then Jim and Susan moved, and in came Kayla — a flashy realtor from the city with expensive clothes, a sharp tongue, and no patience for “small-town ways.”
Not long after she moved in, she showed up at my door with surveyor papers in hand. “Your fence is nine inches on my property,” she announced. “Either move it or pay me for the land.” I tried to explain the deal I’d had with Jim and Susan, but she brushed it off. “That’s not how things work where I’m from,” she sneered. Threatening court, she gave me no choice. With a heavy heart, I tore the fence down. I thought I was the one who lost — until karma stepped in.
Just a week later, Kayla was back, nearly in tears. “Please,” she begged. “When can you rebuild the fence? My dog, Duke, keeps escaping. He’s chewing up everything inside.” I told her no. After the way she treated me, I wasn’t about to rebuild it. She tried a flimsy bamboo fence, but Duke tore through it like paper. Soon, her perfect home was in ruins. She could hardly leave for work without worrying about what Duke would destroy next. Things came to a head during a garage sale. Kayla tied Duke to her makeshift fence while she attended to shoppers. Big mistake. Duke broke free, scattering people, knocking over displays, and in the chaos, someone even stole Kayla’s purse with all her IDs and credit cards inside. The whole neighborhood heard about it.
Kayla begged again, offering to pay for a new fence this time. I stood firm. “No, Kayla. I’m not going through that again.” Within months, she was miserable. Meanwhile, I decided I’d had enough drama. I sold my house, took my old fence panels with me, and moved somewhere quiet. My new home was peaceful, and I finally felt free. Looking back, I realized Kayla’s cruelty had backfired. She forced me to take down my fence — but in the end, it was her life that fell apart. Sometimes, you don’t need revenge. Karma handles it for you.