In Hiding

He heard footsteps and held his breath. They’re here.

He squeezed himself further inside the little cabinet and tried to make himself as small as possible.

One step, two steps. He could hear their ragged breaths.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

He whimpered in fear and brought his hand up to cover his mouth. The footsteps stopped. He could almost hear them turn to the place he hid, and he tried to stop himself from crying.

Hurried footsteps. A creak at the door. Flooding bright light.

Laughter.

“We found you!” His friends giggled as he frowned at them. “Last one back is it!”

He quickly got up and ran back with the others.

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Image source: deviantart.com/pawgal/art/magical-door-79457811
First written December 21, 2017.
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