Golden afternoon sun bled through the cracks in the decaying wall. Dust, now merrily dancing through the humid air, was rustled into action by the small boy who had started to move in the corner. His blonde hair was tousled and unkempt, but his blue eyes pierced clearly through the thickness of the small space. Short breaths came ragged with fear that was kept at bay by dirty white knuckles. Beams of sunlight blinked in shadow as movement crossed in front of the shed. A perfect summers day now made terrible. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked up a frenzy. The dust kept on droning through the sky like miniature hummingbirds. He wrapped his arms tightly around his knees and pressed his face lower, hoping that the moment would pass. But it didn’t.