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