She Looks At the Map for Five Seconds and

‘Look, mummy, I found pretty umbrellas.’

She rushes to the spot Poppy’s inspecting. She loves that little crouch but she fears Poppy’s latest discover.

‘Poppy, stop. Don’t. Do not touch them.’

The panic in her voice makes Poppy freeze.

‘What’s wrong, mummy? They’re not alive.’

‘They’ll kill you.’

‘What’s kill?’

‘Bad. Come away now.’

Poppy stands up. She exhales.

What was she thinking, taking Poppy to the woods? If Poppy falls off the seesaw, there’s an A&E in walking distance of the playground. Not that she wants Poppy’s bones broken, but she’ll take it over mushroom poisoning any day.