Sam decided they’d draw straws to see who the first seeker would be. Bert said they didn’t have any straws, so they settled on toothpicks which Devin held in his fist. He ended up with the shortest one. “Looks like I’m first.” He looked over at Janelle. “You sure you don’t want to play? No?” Then he grinned at the huddled faces surrounding him. “Okay. I’m going to close my eyes and start counting to one hundred. You all better get moving.”
Which they did, some moving faster than others. Lindy headed for the stairs, Sam right behind her. She saw Mr. Atkinson and Jo aiming for a hiding place downstairs. When Lindy reached the top of the stairs, she turned to see Bert still standing in the foyer, waffling between left and right. “Bert!” she hissed. “Get a move on.”
Sam had disappeared. Lindy turned into the first guest room and scooted under the bed.
“Ready or not!” Devin bellowed. “Here I come.”
From The Return of Devin Wakefield
Copyright © 2018 Margaret Desmond
This post is in response to the Daily Prompt: Disappear