He spotted them from a distance during his
morning run one day. The woman looked tall and graceful; her little girl would
have been barely six or seven. There was a little baby too in the pushchair.
It was humid but a sudden breeze soothed his face from nowhere. An acorn whizzed down and he took a longer stride to avoid it. Just in time.
The family of three passed him by. The
little girl appeared cheerful and was saying something to her mother. The baby
in the pushchair was holding the doll tightly.
As he neared his home, he remembered seeing
the pushchair discarded with some bin bags, outside the corner house by the park, the
previous day.
The doll the baby held onto had disheveled
hair.
(By Vinesh Kumar)
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