She heard the footsteps echoing behind her. Each of them was calling out her name. Was it a cheer or a jeer, she couldn’t make out in that haste.Her heart was pounding mad.
Where should I hide this time? Under the bed? Inside the cupboard or behind the curtains ? But does it matter ? They find her, they always do. As she ran across the maze of her own house, they drew closer closer and this time they won’t spare her. Maybe it’s time to give up her lost battle.
After all Mumma and Pa did give her a cookie, everytime she emptied that much dreaded glass of milk, the 7 year-old thought, ending the chase.