The witness

She pretended not to notice the pain coming from the young boy, who, had fallen onto some concealed barbed wire. Down by the river side, he was screaming with fear, calling for the only thing he believed in, the only thing that would help - mum. She was only a young girl, how could she acknowledge the rusted spikes digging into the flesh of this innocent thing. how could she even consider feeling the pain of thick black diseased ridden sewerage, slowly infecting his subtle quivering legs. Maybe when she grows up she will be able know, but not now. Better just leave the young boy to fate - or better yet maybe now is the time to...