Today I have collected dry leaves in my garden that fell from the neighbours’ huge oak. While collecting leaves I’ve also found several clothespins, remainders of three air balloons in different colours, a little plastic tray, a female slipper (!) and some... bones.
The slipper was already a disturbing enough discovery, but when I started finding bones... The more bones I found the creepier pictures evolved in my mind. I have burried them in the bins and bags under loads of leaves hoping no one will ever find them or trace them back to my garden.
Somehow the prospect of planting flower bulbs tomorrow doesn’t seem so cheerful anymore. I hope I won’t dig up any half deteriorated flesh.