A sinister morning

It was a spring morning, and a rather beautiful one. The wind was whistling through the trees, and the grass was bright and green. The children were all playing with their scooters and bicycles. Games of hopscotch and jumprope broke out. Elderly couples sat on benches, and power walkers were out for their morning run. With all the joy and games going on, it was easy to overlook the sinister being, hiding in plain sight. A hunter. A prowler. This predator gawked at the nearby children, aware of the threat posed by the present adults. The hunter saw everything differently. He didn't see children playing hopscotch and jumprope. He saw opportunities.