Hide
Champion. Talented. So good.
I was always good at hiding. So I was told. No seeker found me unless I let them. Up high is good, but plain sight is more fun. For best hiding, though, be small. Keep tiny and quiet. Even the best eyes overlook the small and silent.
Don’t gasp at the footsteps. Shallow breaths.
But always…always…keep eyes open. Eyes don’t make a sound.
Wait…do they reflect light?
Footstep.
Slow breath. Mouth open. Breathing through the nose might whistle.
It’ll be okay. Champion.
The only talent I ever had.
So good at hiding. Years of doing it.
Seek
She has to die for the whole to survive. Not my rules. Just the way of the modern world.
Things don’t change. Neither do people. Decades don’t matter.
Plague. She nestles it within her. Cherishes it and thinks it’s special. To be nurtured. Can’t be allowed to spread. It will seep in and corrupt the rest. Creeping, insidious. Disguised as new and bright. That’s how it hides. In plain sight.
Or seen as small and helpless. A victim.
Not a victim. An aggressive infection to be excised and burned away.
Glint of light.
Time to cleanse. Cleanse and protect us.
Find
So loud. They bicker and stalk. They run through me like I’m a game. Why do they make so much noise?
“Please no!” she said, small and scared.
“Needs to happen,” he said, stern and resolved.
Over and over. They reset and begin again. He kills without remorse or passion. She returns brimming with hope for acceptance. Over. And. Over.
And it is the same. Same noise. Same ending. Always.
They hide. They seek.
This time, I find.
Found them. They don’t see me. Nothing left after. No sound.
All still. All silent.
Gone.
Without them, I rest. I fade.
