She stepped back and lowered her look:
there was a young man as if jumping out of book:
broad shouldered, tall, dark eyed, overshadowing the sun,
she was hesitating in pain: to stay or to run?
“Don’t be afraid.I’m not a lion, and you – not a mouse.
Let me carry this.Where’s your house?”
The life-turning moment had happened in a twinkle of eye.
She could not fantasize, she lost patterns out of sight.