Mai Griffin
Unseen, the boy crouched miserably in the shadows, still
disorientated. He’d been on a riverbank, frustrated when the
woman ignored his cries for help and angry when she left. He
was convinced that she was in this house but how had he
followed her and why? He couldn’t remember, yet for some
reason beyond his grasp, he felt compelled to reach her.
His thoughts were in turmoil and his inability to cope
infuriated him. Curtains suddenly swept across the windows
hiding the warmly lit room, isolating him with his dark thoughts.
The ground should have felt hard, damp and uncomfortable but,
as weariness assailed him, he fell asleep … tomorrow, tomorrow
would come. For now, he would bide his time.
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