A whisper through the trees, her laughter slicing through the air.
The sound of her light steps leaping over the undergrowth and moving towards me, dead sprint.
Is there anywhere I can run? There certainly isn’t anywhere I can hide: she knows this place far better than I do.
No definite place to run, so just keep moving. Anywhere is good.
A delighted giggle and a flash of black hair, a glimpse of the taunting jaguar of a girl sliding through the trees.
I scramble up an embankment, mud burrowing under my fingernails, before taking a tumble down into the stagnant remnants of a stream that lurks on the other side. I freeze for a moment, listening for her.
No, not silence. A muffled snigger and the soft crunching squelch of leaf-mould sinking beneath the pressure of her knees. She’s right on the other side.
She’s found me.