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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.

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    Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

    Hear, hear. A hug's good...but during the tight hug is the time to deliver the serious bollocking.

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    Julie over 6 years ago

    Thank you Drew and Neville :)
    I had a couple of scare moments like this when my children were younger. They were quite safe. I'm afraid I let my imagination get the better of me!

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    D.M. over 6 years ago

    Strong beginning with the swaying swing and the spinning mother. Good one!

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    Julie over 6 years ago

    Thank you, D.M.

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    George Stephens over 6 years ago

    Excellent pacing and tension which is not an easy task in a 100 word story!

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