Katrina Carey

The Crossing

He is small for his age, with short brown hair and blue eyes that would bring a flutter to a girl’s stomach one day. But not yet. Today he wanders along the footpath, exploring every inch of pavement with his curious six-year-old eyes. His shoes untied, the laces flick from side to side. They are skinned knees waiting to happen, but he has other thoughts on his mind…

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