Missing by Neil Laurenson
Normally Tracey left the house for a walk in the morning and the afternoon. Dawn at no. 42 knew this because she and her husband Nigel lived opposite. It was the eleventh day in a row that she hadn’t seen Tracey.
‘I should go and see what’s the matter,’ said Dawn.
‘No, no, you stay here. I need to ask Mick about his buddleia anyway.’
Mick answered the door.
‘Hello Nigel. How can I help?’
‘Hi Mick. I just wanted some gardening advice.’
‘All well at home?'
‘Yes, all well. Do you want to see the brand new patio?’
FLASH FICTION 101 JUNE 2020 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
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