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Creaking Gate
"When are you going to oil that gate?" she said for the hundredth time.
"I have my reasons dear", he replied defensively.
The fact was she walked in her sleep. Several times she'd be through the front door and he'd only known when the gate creaked as she set off for the river bank. He'd always brought her back safely and she'd never realised.
But he got around to it in the end.
The coroner recorded death by misadventure.
From then on, he made a habit of oiling the gate regularly.
After all, that was what she would have wanted.
John Seacome October 2017
"When are you going to oil that gate?" she said for the hundredth time.
"I have my reasons dear", he replied defensively.
The fact was she walked in her sleep. Several times she'd be through the front door and he'd only known when the gate creaked as she set off for the river bank. He'd always brought her back safely and she'd never realised.
But he got around to it in the end.
The coroner recorded death by misadventure.
From then on, he made a habit of oiling the gate regularly.
After all, that was what she would have wanted.
John Seacome October 2017
