I pause, breathless. Gulp deep buckets of air.
The murky alley offers little shelter. But I have no choice.
Have I lost him yet?
Fast, ominous footsteps approach.
I start to tremble. Is this it?
Trapped
Mister Bump
My "bump" was in 2016 when, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. This blog charts my recovery. (Header clipart licensed by pngguru.com.)
Mister Bump 
You are standing backstage waiting for the cue to make your grand entrance. You are trembling because you forgot your lines.
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Could be! I was imagining Hide n Seek 🤣
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As long as we never quit imagining .. anything will do.
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Unfortunately, it’s *all* imagination!
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Hide!
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… and quickly!
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