Wooden paddles slammed the surface of the water hard; drizzle fell down to my skin like the creek spurted.

Slowly, my boat would drift into the canopy covered section and his view would get blocked, and that would be the perfect time for me to flee. But now? Now we shall enjoy the game. I knew he was somewhere behind some tree and pointing his wife, that sniper, at me. There was a reason I wore a red windbreaker.

I’d like him to see me dancing on this lake with my paddles.

We used to always play like this. He or me would play hide and seek in the woods but I knew he’ll never find me until I’m tired of the game and left noticeable traces for him to find.

The leaves were merging. A low hanging branch caressed through my hair. I took off my coat and wore it inside out. Soon the real game would begin and, for the first time, I hoped he would lose because only one of us could live.