Since girlhood the premonition had always been the same; a dark eyed boy near a canal. He called her mommy and smiled before skipping out of sight. She would turn to the person she was in conversation with and resume talking. After some time she would call him, a name that was never clear enough to discern and he would not come back. She would call again, and again, to no avail. She never gave it much thought until her first child arrived, a brown eyed boy. She vowed that he would be a strong swimmer and never play by a canal, that she would never be so distracted as to not know where he was...but this was Norfolk. More than once she considered moving away, but her family was so close by and she convinced herself it was just a silly half-dream she was giving far too much significance.
Lisa bent to button up her five year old son's shirt. It was blue checked with orange, a favourite of them both. When she got to the second button she was flooded by a feeling of danger. Her fingers and face froze. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. There was no danger, just a simple bike ride to the park. "Come Ben, let's go," she smiled, pushing the intrusive thought away. It was only minutes later that his bike swerved unexpectedly into the usually busy road. Ordinarily Lisa froze when these things happened, but she was somehow already primed for action. In a split second she was running into the street, he hand raised to the on-coming cars. Then she swooped down, picking him up and ran, leaving the bike behind. The cars were braking, their tires screeching in long black lines on the summer tarmac. The bike became tangled under the wheels of the first and then the second and third cars rear ended the ones in front to send them all another ten feet down the street...
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