*The first story added to Smuthub’s new True Story category. Enjoy!*
It’s a hot, still, perfect summers day. I’m walking through a built-up area, seeing all the parched lawns going yellow due to the hosepipe ban, and then I come across one lawn that looks immaculate. Lush green, not a parched area in sight. My suspicions are aroused and in my capacity as an upstanding citizen of the area, I am determined to find out whether the owner of this house has been flouting the hosepipe ban.
I ring the front doorbell, but there is no answer. So I go around the back and see signs of recent activity – a still frosted glass of lemonade, ice cracking inside the glass. A book lying open on the garden table, and a hosepipe curled up on the floor next to the kitchen door.
What is strange is that the grass in the back is the parched sick yellow of all the other houses I have seen? This throws me a bit and when I hear a noise, it makes me dive for cover rather than make myself known. The only hiding place I could find was the garden shed which had the door partially open.