The young boy ran down the winding path. Laughter and pounding feet gave chase as he moved swiftly climbing the rickety steps.
The old Jackson place had been abandoned for years. Voices echoed against the collapsed walls as they called out; he feared that today all might be revealed. He moved instantly to the room with flowers, and then faded behind the crumbling paper.
The boys joked and teased as they entered the old house. From his hiding place, he watched the games; it’d been a long time since anyone had asked him to play. Tonight maybe he’d play anyway.
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