Saturday's Storyteller: "Close your eyes, bitch!"
by Belinda Roddie "Close your eyes, bitch!" hollered David, before he darted into the darkness, sneakers squeaking against the wet asphalt. The others also ran, finding suitable spots for their adolescent game of hide and seek. Caitlin and her posse, Patrick and Ivy, all concealed themselves behind the same row of waste bins, which didn't seem entirely conducive. Terrence, all tats and chains and black painted snapback, squatted amid tombstones in the cemetery that sat gloomily on the nearest hill. And Eileen, bless her heart, snuck into one of the plastic tunnels on the playground and giggled loudly enough for everyone to hear from as far away as the gazebo. I, meanwhile, sat among picnic tables and pulled out my vape pen. Vincent, who was the seeker, had closed his eyes and was counting loudly, alternating between English and Spanish as he sat the top of a neon green slide. The tang of mint, which I'd sorely miss once the city shut down the sales of flavored e
