Friday, October 25, 2019

The suicide backpack

On my silent walk in a forest nearby, I saw something dark green and soft between two bushes. It had been trapped there, dirty, filthy, and alone, tangled in the small sharp branches.

I thought it was just thrown away so I couldn’t resist to open it. The content of the backpack, because it was a green backpack, left me speechless.

It was a pair of scissors, razor blades, a rope and, what I thought looked like sleeping pills, or maybe pain killers. I wasn’t sure. It also contained endless of plastic bags, which I assumed would be used mixed with the other harmful supplements. Maybe would them be tied over the poor creature's head while taking their own life.

I took the backpack with me, concerned that an animal or perhaps a child, would hurt themselves by mistake if I just left it to whomever to explore the gears in there.

I was going, slowly and quiet and without seeing where I was placing my feet. I just continued thinking about the whimsical, peculiar, green bag.

Suddenly, I was walking into something that was hanging in the tree right in front of me.

I screamed so loud I was damn sure I had made myself deaf forever.

(C) Trix, written 2019.

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