By moor land
The man didn’t notice the girl - or was she a woman - with short hair. He didn’t see the can in her hand, nor the way she held her head to one side. His view was obscured by the late afternoon traffic and a red fiesta, full of kids freshly picked up from the school nearby. But, he would later tell the police and then his friends that he did see something that was important, that he wouldn’t forget, that made him shiver every time he thought or recounted it.