“Why are you crying?” The voice inquired. “What’s wrong, Katherine?” It was the same voice that helped her after the last home game. He spoke her name. She felt a soft, warm touch on her left shoulder. How did he know her name? She must have fallen asleep. It was possible. “Tell me what’s wrong.” The voice spoke kindly.
She buried her face into her arm and took a deep breath. She whispered aloud and to herself, as the voice was just a waking dream. “I can’t go home.” She felt another tear slip into her long-sleeved shirt. She choked, and the hand touched her again, lightly against her shoulder.
“Don’t worry.” The soft voice said. She felt a surge of fierce peace. It rushed in and chased out the other horrible feelings. She felt unexpected hope; it would be okay. The voice continued softly. “You will be okay. I will ensure you are safe.” Then he was gone.
She heard car doors slamming in the distance, and a duck squawked close by, loudly. She sat up abruptly and looked around quickly. She could see no one. She jumped to her feet and hugged herself tightly. “Please come back.” She said in a half-whisper. “Don’t leave me here alone.” Her voice sounded strange. Her eyes were open wide. She was wide awake, not dreaming. She grabbed her glasses and put them on. Then she turned and spun around in a full circle. No one was behind her.
“I know you’re here somewhere.” She said through her teeth. She walked rapidly, full circle around the tree. No one was behind the trunk. The last car from the park drove past. She was all alone now. No one was there beside her or cared about her. Whoever had touched and spoken to her was gone.
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