Short Story Saturday

"You must hold my hand, we're crossing the road!"

"No!"

His little hand sets free from his mother's grasp. He presses the button at the traffic light and watches the "Wait" sign light up.

"Now, hold my hand." She puts her arm out waiting to feel his tiny fingers.

He shakes his head.

She reaches for his hand and grips it tightly into hers.

"I don't want you to get hurt. Ok?"

He releases his hand from her tight grasp as the light changes to the green man sign."

"No!"

She watches him dart across the road; the cars humming in readiness to accelerate.

She darts across the road with seconds to spare.

She held him tight, not wanting to let him go.

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