Her hair whipping the air, sweat flinging from her face and her every leg muscle contracting, the female runner let out a howl as she gunned her last long stride to cross the finishing line.

A swarm of flies invade a balled up street urchin.

They flutter and hover incessantly on top of his unkempt hair,

while some settle on the child’s face leaving only fragments of it undwelt.

People clad in blue uniforms, as well as strangers who carry these classic cameras with really big lenses swarm at you like bees, yet only 2 or 3 were able to enter inside the inhibition zone made especially for you. A long yellow plaster surrounded your precious space.

It was one of the fairest days in our neighborhood, the skies enveloped by calmness, the summits that tower in the East were at their best, the warmth of the atmosphere accentuated the dews that still dangle on some leaves. It is not autumn, no, we do not have autumns, yet those leaves around you are tainted with crimson red that they actually looked like rose petals from afar. Those leaves that scatter and cluster around you from this really enormous tree that seemed to have become your final refuge, this tree that caught every golfer’s attention.

Now, the attention is not on this tree anymore. It’s on you now, Francesca. And you left everybody except me thinking if it’s really you that’s been bathing in that pool of blood.