The new messenger and the beanie cake
April started promising with a cheerful shining sun and temperatures slowly rising to a spring-like height. The first bumblebees buzzing around the flowers of the magnolia and the daffodils proudly rocking their heads in the wind.
Hilda stretches her back. She has taken the first weeds out of the flowerbed of strawberry plants and feels that every year it is a little more difficult to get up after having been squatting. Chuckling, she thinks it's about time to grab a long distance bar so she can stay upright. Or better yet, an extendable long distance rod and a telescope so that she can stay on the swing bench near the garden table. She lies almost flat because of her intelligent thought, not even a tight plan, that double lying with laughter, the time when she was as smooth as a rubber band is history.
A sound behind her makes her look back. It's the mailman, pretty much the only contact between her and the outside world. But there's something strange about him, he's always been a bit of a strange brush, but now he's pulled his cap far over his ears, the valve he's pressed down, his eyes are out of sight. Maybe because of the sun, but that doesn't make any sense, because he has the sun in his back. Hilda doesn't have long to talk about this, the man comes to her end with something unclear in his hands. When he comes closer, Hilda only sweet that it is not her regular messenger.
'Ma'am, I have a special package for you here, which contains a new bank card, but before I issue it, you must hand over your old card to me. '
