Just as you approach me, your smile turns to a grimace and you look down. A rogue thorn protrudes from your bare foot. A tiny trickle of blood flows from the wound and tries to form a small river but just seems to give up.
“Arrgh” you shout. A child laughs. You turn and slap the boy across the cheek in a very hard manner. This seems to shock you into confusion and you hobble away semi fast. I watch you escape my heart knowing I could catch you easily but don’t want to come across all rapey. As you disappear into a distant nonsense, the children look at me. I shrug then pay them individually for their services.
I’ll never forget you.