Tales

p1 - Farewell Spring

"What did I do to deserve these?" I wondered to myself as I looked at the two dollars I had left.

A week ago, I was at home with my wife. We had been married for over two years and had good times together. in fact, that my wife was considering having a child.

But less than a week ago, someone knocked on our door. Unfortunately, my wife answered it, and I heard a gunshot. When I went to see what had happened, I found her on the floor with a pool of blood spreading around her. All I could do was hold her lifeless body. A few hours later, the police arrived and interrogated me. I told them everything I had seen and heard, but none of the neighbors had seen anything.

Two days later, the investigators gave me a note they had found on the floor. It was a threatening message saying, "I will destroy your life." That same day, I went to work as usual, but I never went back. My boss questioned me several times, but I only told him that all the expenses for the funeral and burial had been covered and that I had some savings.

The next day, my wife was buried in the city's farther cemetery, and I spent the whole night there. The day after, I went back home to retrieve our important documents and our wedding photo. I ended up sleeping at home, hugging her pillow. When I woke up, I realized that I hadn't eaten anything in three days. So, I decided to go to the bank to withdraw some of my savings. I checked my wallet before leaving, and I only had five dollars left.

Now I'm here, sitting with my last two dollars, a water bottle, and a flower. All I have left is the apartment, which is still being guarded, and my wife's grave. I better be with her, even though my feet won't resist it.

After almost three hours of walking, I arrive, and the night has fallen. I collapse onto the grave, breaking down in tears. "The weather doesn't seem to be the best to spend another sleepless night", the man behind me says. "Come on, man, you're going to get sick", he continues as it starts to rain. "Man, she was someone precious to you", he adds. "My wife", I reply with a choked voice. "That's sad, wait a minute", he says as he runs to the muddy ground. "Have this before you get any wetter", he says while giving me an open umbrella. "Thank you."