This morning, you awake to a phone call. Answering it, you find that it is from your mother.
"Hello! Can you quickly pop to the shops? I need you to pick up some bits for me. Thanks, love you" she says, hanging up after finishing speaking.
You get dressed as normal, get ready as normal and make your way to the shops. It isn't very full as it is a Sunday but you go around picking up the things she specified in a separate text message, ticking off the things mentally. Eggs? Got it. Cranberry Juice? Out of stock. Shit. Well, you think to yourself, apple must do.
You make your way over to your house and stare straight at the front door. Odd. It was left ajar, quite unusual for her but you suppose she was just in the garden. She loved her garden.
Walking through the front gate to the garden, you look down and find a freshly dug hole that had clearly been hurriedly filled by the shovel that now lay askew on the grass. You are unsettled, but swipe away some of the dirt on top to see what is underneath the dirt.
You see your mother's cold blue eyes staring back up at you. Her dead blue eyes. You drop the eggs in shock, causing them to smash on the floor and seep into the dirt. You get on your knees and start dry retching. Nothing comes out but tears.
Your phone starts to buzz in your back pocket. You pull it out and it's your mother calling you.
"Hello! Can you quickly pop to the shops? I need you to pick up some bits for me. Thanks, love you."
She hangs up.