“Is that
Tom?”
“Where?”
“Walking
through the garden toward the backdoor.”
“It
couldn’t be, Tom isn’t home.”
The two
neighbor women stood at the corner of the house looking down the hill to the
riotous flower garden at the back of the yard.
Unsure what she saw Liz, followed by Beth, headed down the side of the
house.
Both women
studied the empty expanse of yard. Liz
shook her head, a sense of unease creeping over her as she turned to look at
her friend.
“See, no
one is here.” Beth said.
“I’m sure
I saw someone in the backyard.”
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