Would you recognise me (english version)

Shavel In The Back

"honey where are you going" my husband throws his bag aside and walked in a rush to the backdoor. His feet where bouncing hard on the floor and within a sec he was outside. He slammed the door open. A door who apparently had his last days alive.

My eyes followed my husband. I ran to the backdoor trying to figure out what is going on. My soulmate did just four big footsteps before he was at the garage. I wasn't even impressed. Normally it only takes two and a half and the garden was 10 meters. He was tall guy. Like almost 2 meters long and with arms like a bodybuilder.  Correction. He was a bodybuilder. A bodybuilder with adorable big eyes.

Now his eyes were still big but squeezed in an angry position. What gave the secret away that he was looking for something at the porch while angry. Finally, he was down looking and walked inside the garage. Where my eye couldn't see him.

I ran to the tiny building that was our garage and saw my pumpkin pie reaching to a shovel. Human veins where visible when he took the shovel out of a pale of garbage, that we never planned to clean up or using. My husband took three steps from the garbage's.

I felled like I was going to have a heart attack. I could barrenly breathe

"honey you should not worry" he said, breathing loudly when he is saying those words. His warm voice makes made it better just for sec and of course that disappeared within a blick of eye.
" I am just digging out some weed of this world"

Well that made it better.

Then suddenly he walked past by me without touching my arm or giving me a kiss. Like he always did even when he was angry. What was he going to do with that shovel?  Kill an animal?

He walked back to the garage door and he disappears. I followed his example, but I wasn't even at the door when I heard the unenviable. His keys.

I ran to the backdoor only when I got there. A sound of a truck running in are parking space flew into the kitchen window.

Where was he going, and which weed? Or who's weed? or what he is going to do with the weed? Are he and weed friends? Is the weed being are lost son? Is he going to kill are sons' cat? Is he going to feed the cat?

I did not know but I was afraid to even think the enviable.

I turned around and took my car key out of the little bag aside of hand mixer. My keys where cold. I got to door and I could see they moon clearly through the clouds. While walking in the moon light to my car I almost tripped over a wet leaf but kept myself together. I clumped in my car and trap the Gas pedal as soon as I could reach it.

The car woke up out of his short sleep and raced over the street.  I followed my own husband. In the streets of Bernelian.

The streets where lighted with warm yellow light from the lanterns. Some very tin leaves of trees reflected the light and it changed into a red color that shines on the ground. It was very beautiful, but it didn't fit in the situation where I was in.

I rode till I saw a crossover. the traffic light lighted red. I saw my husband's truck on the other side of the road. I could see his eyes. They were wide open. Glittering and very clear. But the anger in his eyes were not to miss.

Finally, the traffic light turned green. I switched to the side of the road were my husband was riding. Two cars were before me and my husband. A few seconds stayed that way. My eyes picked up on a traffic sign with a dead-end road. My husband turned exactly to the left were the road was dead ended.

I stopped right before the road and stepped out of my car. The other two cars were gone. So, there was no hiding place for my car to hide behind. I started to run down the street. Hiding behind the cars who were not running. The street ended with the graveyard and my husband car was gone. My eyes followed the track from car. They visibility of the track was there, thanks to the red leaves light that make for me possible to see.