She stood, motionless, sweating, in the midday sun. Nearby, but not too nearby, her husband, yelled at her not to panic, that he'd get help. But he seemed paralysed with fear almost as much as she; he could only grab their son's hand to keep him safe.
Her child's little ball still lay there, just out of reach. He'd thrown it there by mistake, she'd gone to fetch it, fewer than twenty steps beyond the fence. Now all she could think of was the round metal disc she found herself on as a result.
Boy, did she regret that move.
Her child's little ball still lay there, just out of reach. He'd thrown it there by mistake, she'd gone to fetch it, fewer than twenty steps beyond the fence. Now all she could think of was the round metal disc she found herself on as a result.
Boy, did she regret that move.
