On the other side
She looked calm. Her facial features so rested, that one could say she was carved out of a stone. The only part of her that moved, was the length of vivacious curls of light brown hair, softly caressing the frame of her heart-shaped face, fringes of which kept veiling and unveiling her eyes momentarily. For a second I thought she smiled. I had not seen someone so beautiful, so serene. She was kneeling on the ground, on the other side of the fence, down below, behind the hedges.
I walked towards her, feeling a sudden magnetic pull. I parked my bicycle on the other side of the road and took off my helmet. Her face was still the same, however her head tilted to one side. I smiled at how focused she looked. Planting a new seed, or nurturing an old one?
As I inched closer, my eyes shifted to the yellow sundress that hung loosely over her shoulders. I could see her bones. Do you even eat, girl?
I was ten steps away now and my heartbeat grew faster with anticipation. Her expression remained calm, still looking at something, hands that I couldn’t see, engaged at a task.
My eyes travelled to the full length of her dress. What was that? Specks of blood it looked like. As if in answer to my question the wind changed direction and her hair swayed to one side, revealing a disturbing sight of her bare neck and ear covered in blood. It was a bright red. Could it be something else? Was she hurt? I increased the pace of my footsteps.
I was now standing on the other side of the fence. Her hands held a barbed wire, around the man’s throat. He was dead already, but she kept on loosening and tightening the wire, squirting more blood with every movement. I gasped and covered my eyes, completely shaken. I could feel the bile rising up my throat.
I opened my eyes, hoping it would all go away. There she was. Again. Calm. Cold, expressionless. Still at work, with her hands moving in a robotic fashion. Her gaze slowly, ever so slowly, travelled upward and rested on me. Our eyes met. She smiled.