Watching from the shadows, I can see the boys playing. The smell of the trees and flowers barely registers as I focus on those lithe little bodies playing. I can nearly taste the sweetness of them. I want to reach out but there are too many of them. I bide my time. Watching them kick the ball back and forth. Watch them playing in the mud. One by one I watch them head for home. Soon there is only one left. This is the one. Now I just have to entice him into coming with me. It’s not that hard really. They never see me as a threat. They never think anything will happen to them. They are so innocent, you can see the purity of them. It is this purity that I must possess. I must make it my own.
Soon I will have him in my control. I get excited just thinking about it. So young, so sweet. Shaking my heading, I try to control myself. I must stay calm if I want to succeed. Slowly I approach him, although I make it look like I am a little lost. I make it look like I don’t really notice him. This seems to intrigue him more than if I approached him directly.
“Missy, come here Missy,” I call out. “Missy, come here girl.”