Monday, May 08, 2006
Flashlight Tag, Part 1 (Fiction)
"That's not the way we used to play it."
"For Christ's sake, Stephen! Stop your damn complaining!"
"I'm not complaining. I'm just saying. That's not the way I learned flashlight tag."
"Expand your freaking horizons, then. You see this?"
Craig swung his flashlight in a semi-circle past the gathered faces. The beam trickled on some undergrowth before the black woods pounced. Couldn't see much. Stephen didn't like that at all.
"That's sixty acres, my friend. Hollows, holes, and hills. If we had only one person looking, we'd be here all night."
"Think of it as hunting," Craig said. "The one who kills the most prey and drags it home wins!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up."
The others stood close in the darkness. Craig's lone flashlight cast a deranged light.
"Come on, can we get going?" one said.
"Yeah, let's rock and roll."
"Okay, okay," Craig said. "Fire up your weapons."
More beams flicked on. Stephen's too, but his light wilted to sad orange.
"Hey, why do I get the crappy one?"
Craig groaned. "Is your diaper wet or something? Here!"
A brilliant LED slapped into his hand. Cool. Electronic. Stephen felt a little better.
"Now remember what's off-limits. Stay away from the cottage. You go in there, and you'll fall through a rotten spot in the floor. Also, steer clear of the north side.
Craig pointed the light in that direction.
"That's a nasty ravine. If you loose your footing, it's a long way down."
Craig grinned wickedly in the fractured light.
"You have five minutes. Hide well. First one found pays a special penalty."
Stephen shifted on his feet.
"You didn't say anything about that."
"What the hell are you worried about? You're one of the ones looking."
Craig motioned, and the prey scurried off.
On to Part 2
Posted by jason evans at 12:20 AM