The faster he ran, the faster the breeze rushed by his face. His feet crackled and popped the fallen leaves and thin twigs. He stopped, the breeze stopped.
The Doppler Effect….
“ReeeEEEouououou….” the sound rose and fell in his chest and throat.
“Paul,”his mother’s voice called. It was a far voice.
His finger streaked in front of his eyes. It created dark trails.
“Paul,”his mother’s far-off voice called.
He ran. The shades of fire hanging from the trees’ limbs blurred into a wall of bleeding hues.
The Doppler Effect is….
The Doppler….
The Dop….
Dop….
The Doppler….
“ReeeEEEouououou….”
He stopped running. The breeze stopped.
He saw Mr. Hayward. Mr. Hayward looked at him.
Mr. Hay-ward. Hay-ward.
Mr. Hayward had brown eyes. This time, Mr. Hayward’s teeth weren’t showing.
Mr. Hayward was on top of the girl from downstairs.
Cin-dy. Cin-dy.
The Doppler Effect is a change in a sound’s frequency….
“ReeeEEEouououou….”
The girl’s eyes were blue. Her eyes did not blink.
Mr. Hayward held his hand over the girl’s face.
Mr. Hayward was hurting the girl.
The breeze rushed by his face. The leaves’ colors blurred in bleeding, fiery hues. His feet struggled to keep up with his body.
“ReeeEEEEouououou….”
The girl’s eyes were blue. They did not blink.
Mr. Hayward hurt the little girl.
The girl’s eyes were blue.
Mr. Hay-ward.
The Doppler….
“ReeeEEE….”
His mother stood before him. Her face was close. Her breath was warm. “Paul,” his mother’s voice said. Her voice hurt his ears. “You don’t run on me like that. You don’t….” Her face moved away. Her voice wasn’t loud anymore. “You need to stop”—she signed the word, hitting her hands together as if cutting something—“when someone says, stop.” She cut her hands together again.
His finger streaked across his vision. His finger stopped and his hand was in his mother’s hand.
“Okay, it’s time to go home.” Her voice rose and fell like the Doppler Effect.
The Doppler Effect….
The Doppler….
Doppler….
Mr. Hayward hurt the girl.
He squeezed his mother’s hand with both of his. He and his mother stopped walking. He squeezed her hand harder.
“ReeeEE—”
Mr. Hayward hurt the girl.
“—Eouououou!” He tried to breathe out Mr. Hayward. He squeezed harder.
“Paul, let go,” his mother’s voice said with her Doppler voice.
He squeezed harder.
Mr. Hayward hurt the girl.
“Paul, you need to let go,” his mother’s voice said as she pried at his hands.
He found her arm between his teeth and he bit.
To Be Continued…
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