Oh, God, it was coming and she didnāt know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
āMummy, why is everyone moving? Thereās plenty of food here.ā He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
āBecause, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.ā She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
āOh,ā Her son said, turning his gaze to theĀ fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, āthe old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.ā He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
āTriceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.ā She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldnāt be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. āLetās play a game, yes? And then weāll go join the others.ā She suggested.
āOkay! What game shall we play, Mummy?ā
āLetās play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, thatās where we shall be.āĀ
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
āClose your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.ā She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
āOk, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4ā¦ā
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
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