“I WILL GIVE YOU A CHANCE…” The person gone crazy says. “And then I’ll get you!”

He begins to count down.

“Ten.”

My feet begin to move.

“Nine.”

My eyes bulge to find a hiding spot.

“Eight.”

My mind is boggled, what-ifs being all the craze.

“Seven.”

Heart thumps.

“Six.”

Mouth quivers.

“Five.”

Sweat soaks.

“Four.”

Eyebrows twitch.

“Three.”

Legs impulse forward.

“Two.”

Hair spins in the skip.

“One!”

Hands grasp the pole.

“Your time is up. Better run!”

Feet stagger, down to their clasp…