What had been but reflections of fog, drifting along the surface of the pond, bloomed, expanding around the young boy. As night set in, he sat against a tree; arms wrapped around his knees and his gentle sobs filled the night.
Terrified, he cried out: “Mommy!”
There was no response. “Daddy!”
Silence.
The boy’s sobs grew louder, his face damp from the torrent of tears pouring from his eyes. Yet, his cries reached no one, the sound fading before anyone could hear. He was lost in the middle of the forest, night creeping across the open sky.
The others were great, but i was saving a response till i reached this, ooof, as a parent there is no greater fear. Well done.