Shadow at long last …
Johannes sat down on the red-painted bench.
From behind, he could feel cold air coming from the forest.
Wet and resinous.
Before him, in the sun – the baking hot knoll.
Surrounded by forests.
With a gap only in the south.
It allowed Johannes to look far into the land.
Which dissolved in the fleeting heat.
There was a road leading exactly towards it.
It seemed like there was little traffic.
Grass was growing on the gravel road.
To the left, there was a huge wheat field.
Stretching right up to the forest.
To the south, it also disappeared behind the summit.
When the wind was right, Johannes could feel the sweet smell in his nose.
Identical to the smell on his aunt’s granary.
Where he had hidden with his cousin Klara:
In order to do some cuddling and kissing …
On the right hand side, a meadow lay next to the road.
Further down, several trees.
Forming a semi-circle.
Behind that, a farm.
The buildings forming a quadrangle.
Above it – nothing but heat.
Yellow heat.
Johannes stood up from where he sat in the shadow, back into the heat.
Onto the hot gravel road.
The grass on the meadow stood far too high.
It should have been mowed.
The wheat, too, was more than ready.
Stems going up to his knees.
Strong.
Green.
Johannes approached the group of trees.
Birches and elder.
A woman was sitting in the shadow of the trees.
She looked round and sweaty.
Her red face seemed friendly.
She handed out lemonade.
To two fat children.
Johannes gave a greeting.
Behind the woman, he suddenly saw a man.
He was partly covered by the overripe elder tree.
Hardly wearing anything.
On a frame that looked like a cross.
Nailed to it with big nails.
He did not seem to be doing too well.
His face looked untended.
His mouth was wide open.
Like he wanted some lemonade.
Perhaps he was dead.
No flies on his light skin.
Johannes saw that clearly.
He went down to the village in order to notify the police!
KH
(Translated by EG)
PS:
I took the picture “Green Wheat” from Wikipedia.
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