The Last Distraction

The boy didn’t wait for his father’s granted permission, he just shook his hand free and ran to the side of the road, to where the spring-time growth met the gravel. Unconcerned — they were walking a country road — the father kept his pace, and his mind on the unfortunate decision he would soon have to make. Low in the grass, yet unseen by the boy or even considered by the father, lay in wait the last thing either would ever fear.

 

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