Monthly Archives: July 2014
“Not in here,” a voice called out.
Footsteps receded. I breathed again. I was safe … for the moment. Should I stay here or make a run for it?
I heard a scream. One down. There had only been three of us. Now two. I knew her fate. I decided to stay put.
I kept my mind focused by counting to 60 and back again toward zero. At 38, I heard another shout. I cringed. Couldn’t they have lasted a little longer?
Footfalls approached. More this time. And heavier.
“She’s got to be somewhere.” The voice was strained. Impatient. I saw the glowing red on the wall to my left. It disappeared for a moment. Now it hovered above me. The approaching steps stopped, and I heard steady breathing.
“Do you see her?”
“Shh,” he answered. I held my breath once more. The light drew closer. It hit my eyes and passed on. Was it possible he didn’t see me? It passed again.
I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer. I began to laugh.
“Is that you?” my husband asked.
I stood up, still laughing.
Our children jumped up and down around him. “You found her!” my older son called.
“Daddy couldn’t find me for a long time,” Aiden, our younger son, smiled proudly.
“It’s your turn to count, mom,” my daughter commanded.
My husband handed me the laser flashlight.
“One, two, three,” I began to count. My family members scattered.
Who said playing a game of tag with the kids can’t be a blast? Especially when it’s laser tag in the dark.