Susanne G.
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A true story (continued).
7th November 2008, 3.00 am, the wind is back, so it is less misty than the day before, but still damp and grey. Nobody in the wood, not even one rabbit. The fox must be around. Susanne and Jason are walking round the wood and speaking about the candle from the day before. Rufus sniffs the ground with great interest. They come nearer to the point where they found the candle, cross the little wooden bridge, then the raised wooden walk-way and suddenly half way there, Rufus starts to bark! Susanne jumps, slips and find herself on the wet ground. Jason helps her to get up. Rufus is completely still with his ears raised. Jason looks around. Is anybody there? Maybe the fox. They wait for a moment and listen, but there is only the wind which moves the leaves between the trees. A few meters further on they find the place, but it is empty. There is only the little birch tree. The red plastic cup which held the candle should still be there. Somebody was here and took it away. Susanne says that people usually buy these candles on All Saints' Day to put them on the graves, but that was already six days ago. They continue their walk. Could there be a grave here, in this place? Could there be somebody who comes back every year at the beginning of November?
7th November 2008, 3.00 am, the wind is back, so it is less misty than the day before, but still damp and grey. Nobody in the wood, not even one rabbit. The fox must be around. Susanne and Jason are walking round the wood and speaking about the candle from the day before. Rufus sniffs the ground with great interest. They come nearer to the point where they found the candle, cross the little wooden bridge, then the raised wooden walk-way and suddenly half way there, Rufus starts to bark! Susanne jumps, slips and find herself on the wet ground. Jason helps her to get up. Rufus is completely still with his ears raised. Jason looks around. Is anybody there? Maybe the fox. They wait for a moment and listen, but there is only the wind which moves the leaves between the trees. A few meters further on they find the place, but it is empty. There is only the little birch tree. The red plastic cup which held the candle should still be there. Somebody was here and took it away. Susanne says that people usually buy these candles on All Saints' Day to put them on the graves, but that was already six days ago. They continue their walk. Could there be a grave here, in this place? Could there be somebody who comes back every year at the beginning of November?