Lloyd pulled his hand out of his trousers. He hadn’t got as far as he would have liked, but he hadn’t planned on the child getting this close. The boy was teetering on unsteady legs towards the bush behind which he was crouched. The day wasn’t particularly cool, but the child wore a red wollen hat pulled down over his ears, and a red and blue coat, zipped up to his chin. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he looked like his nose could do with a blow. He made laughing sounds as he move...