Hammock in Summer: Mystery

The hammock swung in the breeze. One foot dangled over the edge. Richard looked over at the young girl lying in the hammock, her eyes closed behind sunglasses, a book fallen from her hand to the ground, and he sighed. Ah, youth. He still had vague memories of it, but he was all adult now. He lifted the door of the mailbox and put in the mail for the house: the missus had her cooking magazine and her knitting magazine, the mister had a newspaper and a letter written on flowery stationary, and the girl had a teen magazine and two letters from colleges. He hoped that she'd gotten accepted. Richard turned to go down back away from the house, onto the rest of his route, but he snuck a glance at the girl before he went. A bumblebee landed on the girls' face. Richard winced in sympathy but the girl didn't move. Richard frowned. The bee walked around on her face and then crawled underneath her sunglasses. Still, no movement.

Inspiration: It's summer!
Story Potential: medium-high
Finished Length: novel
Notes: Oh, she's really dead.