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– a 55 word story

The gait was unmistakable. It was him. I nudged Rinky and took aim.

We cackled at the comical look of surprise on his face. The ripened tomatoes had found their mark unerringly.

So did the cane that Dad held. It looked like the old gardener had seen us filch his precious tomatoes and had tattled.

Written for 3WW CC VII

The words this week: gait, nudge, ripen.