Hauling her tenuous and thin limbs, Harlie hastened towards a sanctuary past the thicket woodland, her reprehensible misdemeanor still gnawing at her. She was addled, but more troubled on why her child remained silent and hushed. Was he alright?
She clasped her child firmly; feeling his tenderly mellow skin against her's. His heart thumping rhythmically and his chest elevating and then expelling huge quantities of stress and carbon dioxide.
She deemed at her son, his glistening eyes which had their own natural shimmer were sheltered in his mother's warmth, cozily tucked under her scarf. He was undoubtedly grief-stricken, but his silence distressed Harlie. "Hey babbu, would you like some bonbons, and a caramel toffee once we're done with our trekking?" She asked her son affectionately.
The son's lips perked up. To her relief, he answered a gleeful 'yes!'
"I want a cake too, the one which spills chocolate lava." He spoke hopefully, and Harlie answered a reassuring yes. "Yippie! It's gonna be so delicious.. mmmmm." Harlie pretended to devour a humongous cake, and tapped her tummy.
"Stop it, mama! I feel hungry already!" he chanted, letting out a giggle.
"I love you, darling." I announced fondly.
But then his eyes widened and he pointed towards something. "What is it, love?" Harlie asked befuddled. "There are two men, and one of them is waving to me."
Harlie promptly stirred around. He was right. There were two towering men beaming at us, goggling at us ruefully. What was their intent, why did they stand there barely?
"What do you want?" I heard myself mutter.
"Aishh... I really hate forewords, but as this is the commencement, we're not friends would be enough." One of them spoke relentlessly. "You killed our associate, and as our retaliation, we'll execute everyone for their transgression and aggravated crimes, abdicating to no one."
"You're one of them." He concluded.
I trudged towards a tree, positioning my son towards a narrow untenanted path, a little bare from the forests lofty trees. I lay aware, enacting a scheme, meanwhile I motioned my son to scuttle away from us, away from jeopardy.
I silently prayed. My eyes constrained on the men, who now gazed with renewed vigor. It was my mistake-
"Surprise!" someone blustered from behind, and bashed a gun's end on my head. Pounding restlessly, my conscious drifting from me... I let out an aggrieved sniffle, before sealing my eyes shut.