The sun was shining down from the deep blue sky. The air was wonderfully warm, not humid or too dry, just pleasant. It was actually the beginning of autumn but apart from the reddish shiny leaves that were scattered everywhere, nothing seemed to indicate it. The wild wine climbed the walls of the houses, which she had to drive past every day. It also shone in a dark red. As a small child she had always dreamed of living in such a house. It was supposed to be an old villa with a corner tower and gables and angry-looking gargoyles at the front of the house. And behind the house a large overgrown garden, where everything could grow naturally with huge old oaks and a swing that swayed gently in the wind. In the middle there should be a fountain with an angel holding a vessel from which the water splashed. From the dream ..... she couldn't keep herself in her dreams to escape reality, she finally had to concentrate.How often had all of them, psychiatrists or parents, preached this to you? But it didn't help, she couldn't get this nagging longing, which she didn't even understand, out of her heart. She kept the hope that something or someone would save her.
It was true she was easily distracted from everything. But she just had to pay attention to the beauty of nature. Sometimes she thought she had different eyes than the rest. Eyes to see better, to see differently. At the last moment she was able to brake, almost knocking over an old man. He persuaded her whether she had no eyes in her head? What a stupid question. But she wasn't listening any more. Something else was claiming your attention. She brushed her light brown hair back from her face. A wonderful blue and black feathered bird flew just a hand's breadth above her. She had never seen one like this before. His big, clever eyes shone in all colors of the rainbow.Ah how beautiful ..... if only she could fly too. He lost a feather and she leaned far over the handlebars to reach out her hand for it ..... soon her fingers would touch the feather ... she could already feel the soft contours. But then she heard tires screeching sharply and her body was thrown onto the asphalt, where her head slammed hard. Of course she hadn't seen the car. She tasted blood and before she passed out she saw the feather sink onto her hand ... even now she still admired her beauty and with a smile she closed her eyes.
The blood flowed in streams on the street and glittered in the afternoon sun, from afar one could hear sirens and screams. The driver of the car repeatedly protested his innocence. The blood-red leaves fell to the ground. Tomorrow autumn would begin .....

I hug all the readers of this story and I dedicate it to all those who sometimes feel like that and of course to all those who still read my other story diligently (danyu, bluedragonkay, mikar ..... you know when I mean * all really great press *)