Eileen sat on the park bench, enjoying the Spring sunshine. Daffodils bloomed by the lake, snowdrops covered the grassy slopes. It was beautiful. Daffodils and snowdrops together, what could be nicer? Forty years ago Eileen sat on the same park bench with her late husband Alec. He had proposed to her in this very spot. How nervous he had been. They were so young and in love. She missed him.
Eileen basked in her memories, unaware of being watched.
The dirty demented man crouched behind the heather. He had no money and no conscience. He was addicted to alcohol and drugs and would kill for the price of a bottle of cheap whiskey. Time and circumstance had made him this way and he was beyond help.
Many thoughts raced through his addled brain. Should he sneak up on the old girl from behind and bludgeon her with a rock? He liked the thought of approaching from the front and seeing the terrified look in her eye as he struck the first blow. He enjoyed inflicting terror, it was one of his few pleasures. He looked at her again. A weak and contented old woman. She was an easy target.
He circled around to the footpath by the lake, all the time watching to make sure they were alone.
Eileen saw him and smiled, “Good Morning, a fine day it is”
The smile left her lips when she saw the look on his face. She looked at the rock in his hand and knew running was futile. After taking a deep breath and spoke to her dead husband
“I didn’t want to meet you without saying goodbye to our bairns and the little ones, but so be it.” she said in her lovely Edinburgh accent. She closed her eyes and waited.
“Och Eileen, it’s too soon for you to die.” It was Alec’s voice.
She opened her eyes wide, startled and looked at the man who had been approaching silently. He was now looking to the sky and howling like a wolf. The murderous look in his eyes was replaced with one of fear and bewilderment. The rock, which had once been in his hand, hovered above his head menacingly. It fell on his head with such a force that it knocked him to the ground. Blood trickled down his forehead.
“Alec, you old devil” she said and laughed “Don’t hurt him, just teach him a lesson”
“No, this is too much fun.”
The attacker was now the victim. He scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, dodging the rock that pursued him.
Eileen sat on the bench and smiled, enjoying the snowdrops and daffodils and the memory of her dead husband.
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