What is she thinking? What does she have hidden in that basket, under those flowers?

You see the sun bounce off her hair. She's pretty. Her lips form a grin as her nose slowly crinkles. Her hair blows with the wind, covering her shoulders.

She stops to retrieve the flower that has fallen from her basket. You see something dark red and possibly slimy in the missing space. You think you smell a metallic smell, like salty iron. She quickly swings the basket away and placed the flower back in its spot.

"Pardon me, sir." She mumbles in a soft voice as she then slowly walks away, into an apple tree grove.

A couple hours later, you forget about the mysterious lady. And about the bloody flower basket.