I regret everything that comes to this. I miss him. I thought this as I walked through the park walking around the grass thinking and thinking. The blood didn't catch the killer. No fingerprints. No evidence. Nothing. How did that even work? How does one do that? Unless.
I walked down to the park bench where I looked closely. It's been three months but I
know he would have left something. Al always does. I looked closer. The woods. I should have known that the woods would be a better place. SO, I walked faster into the woods climbing over sticks and rocks. This place is blocked off, but it's beautiful.
The trees are mahogany and oak, the branches greens and yellow for the incoming fall. The ground is covered in leaves, sticks, and rocks. Of all colours and sizes. The eyes of the trees looking back at me with resentful glares as I jump over their branches and roots. My sandals aren't made for this kind of action. The green of my hair faded but it blends with the branches as they brush against me painfully scratching my skin.
"Al. Are you there?" I yelled into the forest and as I did so I started running only to trip on a tree root falling forward in my cast. My arm throbbing as I tried to get up.
* Note: Do not run in the woods with a broken arm. *
"Ow, Ugh. Is anyone out there? Anybody. Al?" I muttered as I curled up around my now bleeding arm.