Caution

It begins with a caution: stay away from the fence. So, of course, he spends all his time there, touching the barbed wire, gripping the spaces between the sharp spars, leaning back, pulling the wire. Nothing happens. No lightning bolts, no killer trees, no monsters, nothing even crawling up out of the ground to pull him under to the netherworld. Nothing. Cautions, then, lose their meaning, their ability to cry wolf, to provide safe boundaries, all of which would have come in handy, if heeded, when the caution was meant to save his life from the electrical current in the standing water. Ah, well. That’s how it ends: always follow through with your threats.

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