Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can
understand.
WB Yeats
I heard running…a door open…a door slam; slam so hard my small wooden home shook.
I waited…silence…an eerie deathly silence.
I walked towards the entrance. She was on the floor, knees up, arms holding them tight, head sunk to her chest. Quiet sobs escaping her hunched frame.
‘Lilly.’ I sat close, our bodies touching. Her trembling inner self merged with mine. She calmed. I took her hand.
Her words spewed forth like a giant thundering waterfall. They splashed, they sprayed, they shattered against unseen rocks.
My heart filled with a mother’s rage.
She remembered the registration.
I called the police.
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