PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Why do you keep putting up the tape? It’s a mess!” Jacob was impatient. This was an old conversation.
“Because, Papa, if I can’t see them, then they can’t see me.”
“Keila, that is silly. No one is looking for you!”
She grew taller, and more tape went up. More and more. And one day, Jacob didn’t come home. Ever.
Keila put up more tape, waiting, fearing.
When the heavy tread and the impatient banging on the lintel finally came, she pretended she couldn’t see them. But they saw her.