STORY

Little Alice Thinks and Thinks

While closet-hiding from Mom

Photo by Caleb Woods on Unsplash

Warning: The subject matter of this story might be upsetting to some readers.

She is angry sure with me.

Soon she’ll know sure I’m here. When she’s looked in all the other places she always knows I’m here and then this is where she looks next.

But I’m here anyway. In our little apartment here is out of her wayest. Here is not under her feet, making her mad at me, always under her feet is what I am when I’m not here or in some other hiding place where she usually looks first, before she remembers here and then looks here and finds me.

I don’t have many hiding places for our apartment is so small and she knows them all by now. But sometimes she forgets to look here and then, after a while, she forgets me, too. But only some of the time she forgets but most of the time she remembers and finds me, even if I’m in here.

It’s very quiet in here, and outside, too. I listen really hard to know when she moves so I can be ready for her when she comes. It’s best to be ready for her when she comes.

Something tickles my face. It’s a dress. It’s her long blue one, the one with the cocoa stain that won’t come out (I spilled it). That’s what tickles me. But I mustn’t move. I…