Dear Dan Dan

'Da-Daaah!'


Sudden weight upon my back. Sticky fingers round my eyes. Cheerio breath in my face.


'Da-Daaah! Guess Who?'


You never had to guess with Daniel. Perched on the stairs above the landing. Same ambush every time.


I might step aside, let him crash into the wall. Or play along if I felt kind. Fight back more often, floor him. Times I really did forget. Not many.


'Da-Daaah! Guess What?'


'Did you see the hillycopters? Can you guess where I was hiding?'


Oh, Dan. I wish.

- "Hide & Seek" -