Flash Fiction

I wrote a piece of Flash Fiction for Mslexia, but didn't send it in. I stumbled across it today whilst looking for something else.
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Scarecrows

Every morning they’d walk at the bidding of the rooster. Granny wore a plastic headscarf she picked up at Alton Towers so the log flume wouldn’t make her hair frizzy. Leonard sported an extending lead. Granny said its handle reminded her of plastic price guns used at cornershops. “If you poop there, I’ll put a price on your bum,” she’d tell the mongrel.
Granny has been alone since Grandad pickled his liver. “In heaven there’ll be a nice man waiting for me.”
“Not Grandad?” I’d ask.
“I put up with him long enough in this life. I want me a good fella. Maybe God himself.”
One day Granny came back from walking with flushed cheeks and hungry eyes.
“I met a nice man and didn’t even have to die first,” she told me. “Up in the fields with his arms outstetched, embracing the wind and sun.”