“Asher!” He spied his friend’s bicycle leaning against a tree at the edge of the playing field.
Nearby, other bikes were strewn about on the ground. On a holiday the usual rules of order could be disregarded.
He skidded to a stop and dropped his own bike beside the others. “Hey, Ash!” he shouted, looking around.
There seemed to be no one in the play area. “Where are you?”
“Psssheeewwww!” A child’s voice, coming from behind a nearby bush, made the sound.
“Pow! Pow! Pow!” A female Eleven named Tanya staggered forward from where she had been hiding.
Dramatically she clutched her stomach and stumbled about in a zig-zag pattern, groaning.
“You got me!” she called, and fell to the ground, grinning.
“Blam!” Jonas, standing on the side of the playing field, recognized Asher’s voice.
He saw his friend, aiming an imaginary weapon in his hand, dart from behind one tree to another.
“Blam! You’re in my line of ambush, Jonas! Watch out!” Jonas stepped back.
He moved behind Asher’s bike and knelt so that he was out of sight.
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