Katherine used to be beautiful. She once had flowing black
hair and green eyes that shined with life, but now her hair still dark is now dull
and her green eyes always appear tired. She’s skinny, maybe too skinny, and her
limbs just dangle about. Her meek hands wrap around the handles of her shopping
bags. Her knuckles are white from gripping so tightly. She prefers to walk home
rather than to drive since the grocery store is only a few blocks away from her
house.
On
a typical day, Katherine would walk on the main road to get to the grocery
store, but today there is construction being done so she decides to cut through
a different street. She’s been this way once or twice, but doesn’t prefer it
because she thinks it seems a little sketchy.
Leaving
the store, she makes her way with her bags through the parking lot and goes
down a short street to get to the back road. The weight of the bags slows down
her pace as she goes on. The road is empty of cars and the sidewalk is empty
people. The only thing scenic about the back road is the expansive orange grove
across the street. The few times that she took this road, she always admired
the never ending forest of orange trees. The trees are dotted with oranges that
are perfectly ripe for picking. She looks upon the grove as she walks by just
thinking about how great those oranges probably are.
Walking pass and getting closer to
home, her desire for the oranges keeps growing. “Taking one or two oranges
wouldn’t be a crime,” she thinks to herself. She didn’t think of buying any
when she was at the market nor did she have enough money to do so anyway. She
glances to her left then to her right and crosses the streets with her long,
boney legs guiding her. She goes to the closest tree to her and places her bags
on the grass. She reaches up and tenderly grips an orange and forces it off of
the tree. She takes the orange and stuffs it into one of her already filled
bags. “I have room for a few more,” she thinks to herself again. Simple enough
of a task, she picks about seven oranges and forces her bags to make room for
them.
She was able to fit them all in,
except for one. Even though the bag in her left hand is causing her enough
strain and is just as heavy as the bad in her right hand, she forces her right
hand to hold onto both of these bags. She takes the orange, puts it up to her
face, and starts to peel it with her teeth. With half of the orange peeled, she
takes a bit as she walks across the street. As her teeth sink into the orange,
a faded black pick up truck is driving up the street. The more her teeth sink
into the orange, the closer the truck gets. She successfully takes a bite. The
truck smashes into her. The truck with only a dent on its grill smoothly rides
along. Katherine is left there on the black gravel with her groceries and blood
spread about.
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