Hi there. I got a story for you. No preamble this time. Just read and tell me your thoughts.
It was just a game we used to play. Sally, I and four other children. It was very simple. All we had to do was run into my Mama's garden and hide behind her beautiful flowers, and one of us would be the seeker. Mama had different varieties of flowers - jasmine in winter and dahlias in autumn. Sometimes, we would get lost in the fragrance and begin to pick the flowers, forgetting the game, till the seeker catches someone and she screams.
But that day, Sally had a different idea. Her elder sister bought a blonde wig the previous week for her school costume day contest. Sally brought it over and suggested that the seeker wore it. When the rest of us exchanged unsure glances, she decided to go first. We had to spice it up , so I sneaked into Mama's room and got her make up kit. We decided to create a helpless blind girl. The red lipstick went to work on her lips, eyelashes and fingers. Sally had suggested we add bruises to her knuckles to show what she'd been through. I offered her my white rimless glasses for the eyes.
The game began, not in the garden this time but in the house. I ran upstairs to my room and hid inside the closet. I heard Sally come in. I knew it was her because I smelled the lipstick and the heavy perfume on the wig. I closed my eyes and waited. Nothing happened. Mama's voice screaming my name brought me back to reality. I crawled out, ran downstairs and saw Sally's mum crying, the blonde wig clutched to her heart.
We never saw Sally again. Mama told me she would come back. It was years later, that I learned she opened the window of my room, thinking I went to the roof, and had toppled over and died. I'm nineteen now, and no, I no longer wait for Sally to return. I only smile whenever I think of her