Maybe a dog got caught instead of a rabbit. What was it? she quavered, cuddling next to him. The impact threw the little girl forward, onto knees and hands. His arms fell to his sides, and the swing slammed into his abdomen, knocking him to the ground. The man blanched, his head snapping to the left. He circled behind, pushing her gently at first, then with more force until she arced through the air, her golden hair flying.Ī grating, animal scream shattered the quiet darkness. She gently laid aside her clown doll, and he lifted her onto the swing, carefully locking her small hands around the old ropes. No, she won’t-not if you only swing for a few minutes. She nodded enthusiastically, then hesitated, her blue eyes growing troubled. Pointing to a swing suspended by ropes from the limb of a towering oak, he asked, Ready to ride? He held her hand tightly and bent to whisper something in her ear. THEY CRESTED THE hill, a tall, slender man and a little girl carrying a clown doll, pale figures against a wall of trees turned blue-green by summer dusk.
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