XVIII

     "Mom, Mom, Watch out."

      He leapt at intervals as he tried to put up the odds time had supplanted. He was conscious of the crocodiles in the water. He wouldn't want to be a pawn of their rage at the expense of wanting to save his stubborn mother. He had no idea why she would had done that without having second thought. That was more than being dimwitted. That was more than tossing a coin which no one could counter. He tried not to nurse throbbing thoughts. He felt that that was not so necessary. All that was necessary was the pain tearing at the stance he was trying to hold. He was trying to assume a stance but he simply couldn't. He couldn't make a mark and was trying all he could. Twas so obvious. He was putting in all his best, but it seemed not be enough. It seemed as though things had been filtered. It seemed as though rusty rages were about to be mocked. He didn't care whether or not what he did