Todays writing

Today's prompt words:

1. Game
2. Safe
3. Burn
4. Line
5. Hint
6. Shine
7. Lead
8. Wait
9. Feel
10. Look


She had run out of the cabin trailing her cousins and their friends when the adults shuffled them out. Since she was younger than the rest, and not typically of their group, they hadn't noticed that she had been scrambling down the pond trail behind them attempting to keep pace. The clumsiness of her feet was what betrayed her as she tripped over a loose branch and tumbled forward knocking her cousin Peter to the ground. Suddenly all eyes were upon Mazie The Inruder.

"Mazie! What are you doing here? You can't hang with us at the pond!" Adam moaned expressing his frustration with her and their new situation as he helped Peter up from the ground. Mazie had seen that same look on her brother's face so many times in the past. The pain was no less when it was a cousin.

She shook the dirt from herself and looked at them defiantly. " The adults told us ALL to go out, and I am part of that All!" She had drawn the line in the sand with an implied threat. She knew this could either work for her or against her but was willing to test the ground.

She failed.

After a few groans and mumbles, her cousins and friends huddled to discuss her while Mazie stood her ground. They came out of their powow to share their plans great fun, Greta took the lead and suggested an activity which guise she knew all too well. It is called "hide and ditch the unwanted" game but called by the more traditional name of Hide and Seek. As soon as the game was suggested by her cousin, she knew her fate, but played along. She had tested the ground with her challenge, but wasn't going to resist when it failed because she still had two more weeks of vacation with this crew and didn't wish to suffer more than hiding for those that never search for you.

Mazie kicked the stray strands of straw. She could take the hint. She had an older brother and knew when a game of deception was being played upon her. She hadn't even attempted to participate in the farce, and instead returned back up the hill to the barn. She always liked this old barn. With it's age, and history, it always made her feel safe.

She strolled around the barn exploring the unknown treasures of tools hanging from the walls. Some were old and rusty while others held a shine defiant of the years. Mazie didn't know the history of her uncle,s farm, but looking around, she wondered how many others had walked on the same planks of wood. When did this plank first get it's creak? When did this one earn it's first crack? She laid herself into a pile of hay letting the strands wrap her up like a blanket as she gazed up to the roof. She slowly drifted to sleep imagining the life of the barn.

Mazie was suddenly jolted awake with a fierce force of agony. She heard something come from her mouth but couldn't be certain if it was her voice. She couldn't breathe. She felt a pain shoot from her back straight up her spine. Commotion was whirling on all around her before the shadows consumed her.

"Is she dead?" someone whispered.

"Mazie?" She heard Peter's voice opening her eyes to see his face filled with panic and remorse.

Her cousins and their clan had surrounded her. She slowly sat up realizing a pitchfork was now her haymate.

Peter's friend Bob began to freak out. "We didn't know you were there. What were you doing there? Who just sits in" a barn in hay? How would I know someone was there when I threw it?"

"You can't tell Mazie! Please don't tell! You just absolutely can't!" Greta fretted as she pulled Mazie up inspecting her back which showed 4 red dots.

"What?" Peter looked at Greta, " If there was any less hay, it could have.."

"Exactly, Peter, that is why she can't say anything." Greta said and looked at Mazie with pleading eyes.

Finally catching her breath and beginning to gather the situation, Mazie sat there with all eyes upon her. She kept silent. She wanted them to wait and suffer wondering what she would do. She wanted to absorb this moment and relish every succulent second.
She looked at Greta, "I would like to play Hide and Seek before we go back into the house."

She looked at Greta's eyes and could see them burn.

Mazie skipped out of the barn looking forward to the next two weeks of vacation.