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This week, I'm back at my WIP, ATNS. Marissa has just begun to dream--dreams that seems to come in memory form. This dream bridges the last actual memory she has before two years of her life became a gap of nonexistence. Her hope is that the dreams will lead to the answer of her missing years.
Any comments or criticisms of this description of hide and seek will be greatly appreciated and graciously acknowledged. Have a great week--and happy reading.
“Go, Gavin! Run…hide! Ten… nine… eight… seven… I’m almost ready to come and get you! Seven…six…five…”
Giggles came from behind a permanently mounted grill where the two- year old stood, no doubt sure he was invisible. Above him, puffy cotton clouds drifted in an endless expanse of azure sky.
Marissa laughed and then winked at her friend. “I love playing hide and seek, don’t you, Tammy?” She looked the opposite direction of where Gavin, wide-eyed and giggling, hid in plain sight. “Four…four…three and a half…three…two… one… ready or not…here I come!”