• It’s sunny.

    It’s the afternoon.

    The countryside.

    There is yellowy grass on the floor. Dry and flat.

    There’s a light-brown old wooden fence.

    There are two people: a young man with black hair and a girlish woman.
    They’re taking a walk, side by side.

    They’re dressed in plain jeans and t-shirt (him), and shorts and old, light, buttoned-shirt (her).

    They’re walking and giggling. They bend forward and pant sometimes. They’re blushed from the effort.

    They stop in front of the fence.


    “Shall we climb the fence?” she asks, still smiling.

    “Nah,” he says, catching his breath. “It will only make me angrier.”

    “Ok,” she answers, now looking very relaxed and squinting because of the sun. “Shall we go around it then?”

    “It won't work”, he says squinting too, his hand shading his eyes. “I want to kill you now.”

    “Well” she sighs, “then can I run a bit first?” She asks almost starting to giggle again.

    “All right…" he answers, trying to look serious.

    “Here I go then.” she says, smiling warmly. “See you soon.” And she starts running, slowly, looking back and smiling at him.

    He waves; shades his eyes and then reaches for his front pocket for a penknife.

    She’s still running and looking back. She sees the sun’s reflection on the penknife’s blade and starts to giggle as she runs faster. Her face relaxed in excitement.

    “Here I come!” he shouts, grinning. Then… he runs.