That Moment
The scene before
me was enough to fill me with pure visceral terror. Just moments ago I had run out of the gate,
which was swinging wide open, filled with trepidation. To be smacked in the face with this scene was
like a nightmare. Alexis stood across
the road, standing with complete trust and innocence faced by a complete
stranger.
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I couldn’t hear
the words but the red hot fire within me didn’t seem to care what was
said. I had done a truly marvelous job
of raising a polite, friendly and sociable little girl. What I haven’t been able to do is instill a
sense of danger no matter how hard I tried.
I sprang forward the next instant full of aggression and fear only to be
stopped at the road or be run over by a car.
Those quick moments feeling like an age her name escaping my lips. ALEXIS!
She turned at the sound and waved.
The man behind her leaned down to get to her level and she turned back
around. My feet felt like lead. My heart was pounding painfully in my chest.
The moment the
car was past I ran faster than I knew I was capable of toward her. None of it felt fast enough. Every instinct screamed danger. My hands were reaching for her as I ran. My eyes never left her curly hair. When I finally reached her it all exploded
out of me.
“What are you
doing!?” I yelled, “You know you’re not
allowed out of the yard! How many times
have I said not to talk to strangers!”
I held her
tightly to me and lifted my head to look at him. He took two steps back from the force of
my gaze. The little signs that had been
trying to make themselves known started to seep through my fog of fury.
“I…” he started,
“I found her out here trying to get this cat out of the tree. I was just planning on staying till you got
here.” The words were tumbling out of
his mouth and as I took in the sight of my cat in his arms a cold stab of guilt
pierced my conscience. With two strong
mental hands I pushed my fury, fear and guilt back down. I stood with my confused child huddling my
legs and faced this stranger with a smile.
“Thankyou.” I said simply, “If she’d tried to cross the
road again I fear to think what could have happened.”
He held out my
struggling bad-tempered cat to me and said, “That’s alright. I’m glad to have helped.” He tipped his hat and walked away. I carried the cat in one arm and pulled
Alexis back across the road with the other.
We went inside, had another talk about stranger danger and the
importance of staying inside the fence.
I made a note to improve the latch on the fence. I went about my day.
It wasn’t until
the quiet of night when Alexis was tucked up safely in her bed that I let the
door in my mind open. The emotions took over and I let them claim me.
How could I have been so stupid with the latch? What would I have done if he really had taken
her?
HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO STUPID!
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