always. She felt pleased with the ‘photos she’d taken.
Improving all the time. Wouldn’t be able to choose the one
for the competition till she’d seen them on a bigger screen.
Maybe there would be THE one this time.
Most people had headed towards the gates - only thirty minutes to closing time. But there was time for one
more shot or two.
She suddenly became aware of being watched.
Looking up she saw a line of five scarecrows at the top of
a grassy knoll. She moved up the slope, stopping every few
yards, changing position slightly to get different perspectives.
All the scarecrows were unique, but the one she felt drawn to was the one on the extreme left - the portly, jolly one with the
friendly smile. He was the one. She moved in for a close-up.
The scarecrow saw her approach. He slowly lowered
his arms. A frightening leer replaced the friendly smile. He
began to stump towards her. She froze. Fetid breath
It had been a lovely day. The gardens were beautiful, as always…