C155 The Child Was Gone

She stood on a field full of weeds, letting the wind blow her hat off, and her scattered long hair fluttered in the wind, and she didn't care, her eyes fixed on the child not too far away.

The child kept running, occasionally moving forward, and occasionally going back the way he came.

She stood where she was and looked at him. From time to time, she would call out, "Child, come back quickly