1000. The gate © Bruce Goodman 6 July 2016 |
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Minnie stood at the doorway. She said farewell to her brother. It was for the last time. He was to be gone; forever. They hugged. He moved away. He walked down the garden path and never turned back. His footfalls crunched on the path's gravel. There were flowers on either side. Somewhere a bird sang. He turned a corner. His footfalls faded. Minnie heard the gate latch open. She heard the gate click shut. |