My feet pounded the ground so hard the dirt flew up behind me.
The white dress tangled around my legs, but I didn’t slow down one bit.
The little boy’s cry still rang in my ears so damn loud. I could see the man’s back ahead. He wore a dark jacket, he has a fast legs, dragging the child like a sack.
Every time the boy screamed, my heart squeezed tighter, and it pissed me off.
“Stop!” I shouted, but only a weak sound came out. Still, I pushed harder. My lungs burned. The flower crown slipped off my head and bounced away into the grass, but I didn’t care. All I saw was that small boy’s scared face.
The street ended. The man turned sharp into a narrow path between houses. I followed without thinking. The path became a dirt trail, then trees appeared… tall, thick trees that blocked the
