Sudden

I stood leaning against a tree.

She was walking deeper into the woods.

For a moment I thought she was carrying a small child on her back.

She stopped and turned towards me, "am I meant to go on my own now?" she asked.

She turned and continued on her way.

I heard my mother call my name from a different time. Her voice a little cold, a little sharp.

"He took them" I replied, my voice echoing through time.

"I can't breathe".