This was a piece written for my writing group, starting in one genre and crossing over to another. It seems like a fairly good flash fiction piece, so I’m putting it here!
The curtains billowed as Polly opened her window onto the warm summer night. She put one foot onto the sill and pulled herself up, looking quickly over her shoulder to check the bedroom door was still shut. It was, and she jumped clumsily out of the window, landing on the soft grass just below. There was a slight breeze, and she was glad she had put a jumper on over her summer dress as she trod nervously across the grass.
As she reached the garden gate, she glanced back again. The kitchen light was on, but her parents hadn’t missed her before, so she hoped they wouldn’t notice her absence tonight. The garden gate squeaked and she winced, but then it was shut behind her and she could hurry down the alley to the road. From there it was a short walk along to the open fields outside the village where he was waiting.
She could feel her heart beating faster as she reached the end of the road and turned into the tree-lined lane. Her sandals flattened the grass as she hurried along for what seemed like hours, nervous with anticipation, trying to contain her excitement. When she reached the five-bar gate, breathless, she felt her heart beat faster. The spaceship was in the field. He had come.