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Microfiction corner: Tag

The sun had gone down and the mosquitoes had come out, biting my legs as I ran further from my house. With every step I took, my breath got heavier, until my lungs felt like they were going to collapse.

Crunch. They’re catching up. I need to run faster. I must run faster. My heart pounds in my chest, my knees weak in exhaustion. Footsteps behind me get louder. I cannot look back. A breath lets out behind me as a force hits my back. I can hear the devilish grin in their voice as they say, “Tag, you’re it.”