Hide and Seek

Flash Fiction is a short story in 500 words or less. Hide and Seek was a story developed from random words given by my friend.

    ‘One two three, please remember, just like the game we like to play’

    ‘Look I brought you this today, sword lilies, and they’re red, too. Your favorite, look’

I hold the bouquet closer to your nose, trying to hand it to you even though there is no visible change in your posture. I nudge you again, still. Or rather my bouquet thrusts your nose this time. Pfft. You look so silly. Puffing my cheek, I try to hold back the laughter. I pluck a sprig and twirl the flower around your nose.

    ‘Waaaakke uuupp, one two three, wake up. If you wake up now, I won’t use this to pick your nose’

I hold the flower threateningly. But you lay still, not even flinch a muscle.

    ‘Oh come on, that is so silly, how are you not laughing’

I sigh with slumped shoulders as I walk towards the door. Halfway, I turn my back quickly.

    ‘HA! I won’t admit defeat that easily!’

My battle scream filled the vacant room, echoing loudly, as I charged towards your nose. And picking it. Picking it. Picking it. How. Can. You. Not. Budge. Urgh.

So boring. I sit on the chair beside your bed. 

    ‘One two three’

    ‘Three two one’

    ‘One to three’

    ‘And three to one’’

Muttering the old tune you used to hum whenever you tuck me to bed. The humming had always been an instant way to send me to sleep. Soon my head begins to loll. When I finally shake my head, before I know it, the sun has already set. I stretch my back.

    ‘Ok then I won’t peek, but please wake up and remember, okay? Okay? I’ll count, okay?’

    ‘On one…

    Two…

    Three..’

All of a sudden, your eyes fluttered open at my count of three. Before I get the chance to shriek in joy, you bare your fang in an instant. Bury them deep at the crook of my neck, causing the world to spin into darkness.

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NOTE: Turns out, my head is all rusty. Lol. I started off at my own usual ominous pace, but halfway I wander off the track. It is easy to create something you are accustomed to, but a change of scene will not hurt anybody. A friend told me there is nothing wrong with writing ominous stuff. Totally makes sense. Look where my attempt to avoid being ominous got me: being absurd. (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Have you ever experienced revisiting your old hobby? Do you also have a hard time relearning it?