Safe In The Closet

She heard the floorboards creak and she bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound. A silhouette passed across the crack space through which she peered, temporarily blocking out the light – then, creak!
The silhouette returned, permanently blocking out the light. The door got swung wide open, then a pause – a moment of hesitation. The silhouette disappeared, with it, the creaking of the floorboards.
From beneath the pile of clothes in the closet, Betty smiled, knowing that her brother wasn’t going to find her. He would finally declare her Master of hide-and-seek at dinnertime.

Then she dozed off.



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