Moonlight took mercy on the little boy and spread itself all over the open dump yard. The boy was standing next to the fence, listening and looking around making sure that he had not been followed. His little heart was beating fast and his chest was rapidly moving up and down. There was no one else about. He took a deep breath and pushed his left shoulder through the wooden panels of the fence; the rest of his thin body followed. Once he got to the other side, he ran away from the yard whilst his left hand was clenched tightly to the front of his shirt >>> continue
