1000. The gate
© Bruce Goodman 6 July 2016
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.