"You shouldn't be around this part of the premises."
The surprising voice made Gloria gasp in amazement as it broke her stream of thought. She pulled her head back and gazed through the black hair that covered half of her face, still lying on the grass with her hands and bare knees touching the moist grass.
Her gaze shifted to the origin. A tall, young man stood at the far end of the meadow with his hands in the pockets of his joggers and his head inclined to one side, looking intently at her.
"Gosh!" She clamored, "Are you here to murder or what?"
Miss, do you not see that it is listed on the board as one of the prohibited areas?
What prohibitions are you alluding to? Gloria stumbled a little as she stood up and mumbled, "And-and who are you?" as she felt numbness in her calf.
She struggled to ignore the creeping sensation she felt in her feet as she looked down and waved her right foot in the air.
"There," he warned her, "be careful."
