My entry for Friday Fictioneers, September 18, 2015.
PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
Lowell knew the gate would be worth the challenge for the few extra dollars at the recyclers this week. He had seen it the last time he hit the alley looking for cans and other discards. He watched the house daily to note the occupants schedule and worked out when they were not home. Reveling in his own craftiness, he chuckled as he backed his truck to the gate, then set to work on the hinges. The gate loose he gave it a shove. It fell.
“Whoever heard of silent dogs?” He screamed, as they pinned him to the ground.
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