The Good Hider
Nine-year-old Lucy counted aloud, “Five, four, three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come.”
She uncovered her eyes and scanned the weedy yard. No sign of Karni. She was a good hider, had perfected her craft, but Lucy was a good seeker. She had to get into Karni’s head, think like her.
“I’m getting closer,” Lucy bluffed, hoped Karni’s giggles would give her away. Nothing.
Karni was sure she was hidden in the one place Lucy would never think to look. She kept her hand clamped tight over her mouth to control her instinctual giggle and focused on not being found. Hide and seek was her favorite game. She hated to lose. As Lucy’s voice moved away from her clever hiding place, she closed her eyes and waited with a confident grin on her face.
Lucy looked in all the usual places, started to get discouraged. Her mother’s distant voice beckoned, “Lucy, time to come in for dinner.”
One last inspection of the yard revealed nothing new. Thinking of her mother’s mac and cheese, Lucy’s stomach growled and the seek was abandoned.
Still playing her part of the game, Karni remained silent inside the abandoned car trunk, as it grew blistering hot. She felt sleepy. The heat lulled her mind. She forgot about hiding, gave in to the dreamy temptation.
Inside the cool house, Lucy’s mother asked, “Where’s Karni?”
With a shrug, Lucy replied, “Don’t know. I guess she went home. We were playing hide and seek, but I couldn’t find her. She’s too good, and she hates to lose.”
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