Georgia heard the loud squeak from the gate at the bottom of the garden. It only ever squeaked when it was closed, never when it opened, so she knew somebody was there.
She was expecting a parcel to be delivered, and threw open the front door with gusto.
There was nothing and nobody there.
She ran down the garden path and around the large privet that obscured the view of the gate from the house.
Disappointed, she realised that nobody had actually called. The gate was swinging open and closed freely, its rusty latch on the lawn inside the garden.
This mysterious little snippet is a hundred word tale for Red’s Flash In The Pan. The limit for this flash is a hundred words, funnily enough, and the word this time is ‘down’. Even though I used one meaning of the word in the tale, it ended with another meaning.
But it’s only fiction!
There’s no feeling down here – only Feeling Good! He he he!
Visit Red’s site if you’d like to have a go at this writing challenge… there is a time limit, so like me you’d better get your skates on!