Friday Fiction: I Arrived at the Garden Gate Part 4

 This is the fourth instalment of a story that I started as a 400 word writing exercise for my Creative Writing a month ago.  If you’ve not read Part 1, Part 2 or Part 3, please do so before continuing. And thank you for all your encouraging comments on social media. As a result, I’ve decided to continue this story as a longer piece. If you’ve enjoyed this, tweet or comment and I’ll let you know when the next instalment is complete!

Time stood still for a moment, disturbed only by the church clock striking three.

“You must need to be getting back to work, Marcus, no?” Alice ventured.

“Um, no, I took the afternoon off. I wanted to prioritise our meeting,” I explained. “About Laura,” I paused “how often did you meet up with her? You said you got to know her quite well.”

“Yes. We met up fairly regularly, about once a fortnight I guess. She was so keen to talk and I was happy to accommodate. And she was – is – such a lovely girl,” she quickly corrected herself, looking slightly embarrassed at her faux pas. Continue reading

Friday Fiction: I Arrived at the Garden Gate, Part 3

“So,” she said, taking a deep gulp from her mug, “where do we start?”

A soft breeze caressed the tops of the cedar tree at the end of the garden. The cuckoo called out again.

“Well, I was hoping you could tell me how you came to know Laura?” I ventured.

“She never mentioned you or said anything about you so it came as quite a surprise when we discovered your phone number in her calls list.” Continue reading

Fiction Friday: I Arrived At The Garden Gate, Part 2

Well, thanks to your lovely responses to my first piece of flash fiction last Friday, I’ve decided to continue the story.  Here’s Part 2.  I’ll be continuing to post each Friday until I feel its time to stop. Enjoy!

To read Part 1, click here.

“Hello!” came a bright female voice from the greenhouse in the far corner. “Is that Mr Roberts?”

A small lady in her early seventies approached, pulling off her muddy gardening gloves and stretching out a clean hand to mine.

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said, with a wide, warm smile, her lively blue eyes immediately holding mine.  Continue reading

Friday Fiction: I Arrived at the Garden Gate, Part 1

I’m currently doing a Creative Writing course for which we get writing assignments.  I thought it’d be fun to post some of these whilst I’m doing the course and see how you like them.  If you do, I may continue to write more of the particular story.  So here’s the first.

Our assignment was to write a short piece of descriptive writing about a beautiful garden that started “I arrived at the garden gate”:

I arrived at the garden gate. It was one of those tall slatted wooden affairs set back into a thick beech hedge. There was nothing about it to catch the eye. Time and air had camouflaged the metal numbers on the gate making it barely visible.

I peered at it.

“22 – this must be it,” I thought. She had said it was easy to miss.  “Probably best if you come round the back,” she had advised on the phone.

Behind me a dog barked at a passerby crossing the old graveyard. I gathered my resolve and clicked open the gate. Continue reading