Corinna

My eyes slowly open, it takes me a couple of seconds to realise I'm still in the apple orchard and that the night is now pitch black. I slept all day. Flashes of the hours before bring tears to my eyes, I let out small whimpers thinking back to my mum's lifeless face. The grief I'm feeling overwhelms me and I end up shifting back without meaning to, I curl my naked form into a ball on the grass at the base of the apple tree I'm under, as I sob uncontrollably.

An unknown amount of time passes before I can slow my breathing enough to calm myself, the...