"Shush baby, mother is here" she keens softly to keep the child calm. Her hands are deft in packing what few belonging they have from the hovel, throwing tattered garments into a durable satchel along with what few toys she could abscond with. At her back the child kicks its young legs defiantly with a colicky cough, fighting to sit up in order to see where mother has gone.
"He wont get you, I promise." she whispers again while picking up her baby and bolts from their temporary home, hoping to cut across the embattled parkway before the sun sets.
"He wont get you, I promise." she whispers again while picking up her baby and bolts from their temporary home, hoping to cut across the embattled parkway before the sun sets.