Hide and Seek
written by: Bala
He twisted his fingers and then his hands, stopped, picked up pebbles, and threw them far. And beside him, she sat, picking up shreds of thread, knotting, unknotting, as if it helped to ease the knots she felt her stomach had become.
The sun was a silent spectator, it was probably too shy as it set.
They got up, still avoiding any eye contact, thinking to themselves, ”Who would say it first.” It wasn’t the first time they were playing hide and seek in love.
A cheerful doctor, trying to flip the world the sunny side up. Easily bribed by chocolate, I am always open to trying out new things or seeking another adventure.
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