The swing swayed, back and forth, empty of her daughter who she'd left there but a moment ago. She spun in a circle, hoping to espy the bright yellow dress her daughter was wearing.
She called her daughter's name, hearing the rising panic in her voice, unable to stop it. Her girl had been snatched, a mother's nightmare. She fumbled in her handbag for her phone.
Two nine's in, her daughter ran from behind a hedge.
"Boo, Mummy," she screeched.
She would scold her daughter later, but now all she could do was hug her and blink away her tears.
