You’re Prices kid, around four.

Price was inside, working in his office while you played in the front yard, drawing with chalk on the pavement.

You felt a tap on your head and looked up, seeing a man in his 40s leaning over the fence, giving you a sickly sweet smile.

“Hey, sweetheart…I like your drawing, it’s very pretty..”

You beam, glancing back down at your creation of random scribbles that were meant to be “flowers”.

“You must be thirsty, drawing out in the sun. How about we get frozen drinks from the gas station? Just you and me.”

You drop the chalk, nodding eagerly as you stand up. You only now just realise how thirsty you are, and what’s better than a frozen drink on a hot summers day?

He smiles, but just as the man’s about to take your hand, you feel yourself getting yanked back.

You look behind you, Price glaring at the stranger. You also notice your mother watching from the doorway, concerned.