Ending...

Be safe be seen.

It was the badge she focussed on as it glinted in a shaft of sunlight. He’d got it at school last week. A border that glowed in the dark, spooky when his Mum had turned off the lights and it had shone out from his blazer left on the floor.

It was pressed against her windscreen.

She tried not to think what was forcing it up against the glass.

The radio played a jolly jingle, solar panels or double glazing.

She hadn’t seen the smile on his face as he walked or Bernard under his bike.