She heard their voices first. They emerged from the trees by the path. He heard them too. They broke his reverie, and he sat up, looking at his watch. As he made to stand up, the first blow came.
These senseless seconds, unfolding in ease and simplicity.
The kick to the face sent him down, his blood spattering across her body.
As he lay in the grass, spitting out teeth, they all laughed.
She tried to reach him, her feet dragging through the grass as if she was weighted down. They all began to flicker, as if she was watching them on a screen.
She could hear a low vibrating hum as they dragged him up. He was unsteady on his feet, hands raised in supplication.