I lie on the ground feeling the fresh, green grass press against my cheek. Face down, at the edge of my gaze I can see the clear blue sky above me; fluffy white clouds gently scudding by.
What a glorious summer we are having.
I feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on my cooling body as the soft summer breeze gently lifts my ripped shirt. A child’s laughter carries across the warm air.
Please God don’t let them come back here!
His flip-flops make a slap, slap, slapping sound as he walks away from me. I always hated those damn flip-flops. Brown, with a nude woman on each sole. Tacky.
Not quite the class act he’d sold himself as.
The sound echoes across the garden. I can just make out the glint of metal in his hand as my vision starts to blur and fade.