One Apple A Day #11
Jane loves walking in the woods early in the morning. She started almost two years ago, soon after the lost of her beloved husband. She doesn’t remember why she went out that morning. Probably she wasn’t able to sleep. She didn’t sleep a lot for the first few months, the house was just too empty and silent.
She has her daily ritual. Every day the same routine a part on Sunday. Sunday is the family day. The guys come over for lunch and she spend the all morning cooking. The other six days she follow her routine. It comes so natural now. She wakes up, wash her face, put on the walking clothes she prepared the evening before, start the coffee machine, say hello to her husband, pick her cup and she leaves. She takes the small path behind her rear garden and after 5 minutes she’s already away from everything. The only things she can view while she follow the path uphill are trees. She can hear the noise of the old car of Mr. Buick. He leaves every morning at the same hour.
Every morning but not Today. She keeps listening but no sound arrive from Buick’s house. Maybe he is sick.
Something catches her eyes. There is something under the trees on the left of the path, 50 meters from her. It really is a morning full of surprises!
She walks to the dark shape but she cannot recognise it until she’s almost over it.
Jane screams. She screams as she never did in her whole life. Her heart is running in her chest. Mr. Buick is lying there. He’s partially covered by the autumn leaves but the face is visible. And also the whole in his forehead. She can’t stop staring at that hole. It’s like a black eye and she swears it’s looking at her.