A Game of Shadow & Light
Johann van der WaltJimmy woke me up just before midnight. He pressed his index finger against my lips and held his other index in front of his own lips to clarify his intention beyond all doubts.
“Keep quiet,” he commanded, “if the others hear us they will ruin everything.”
My eyes were barely accustomed to the dark as a rush of adrenaline bolted down my limbs. This was it, the moment he had been speaking about for weeks, I thought.
Ever since he was sent down to the orphanage’s basement to clean the boiler a couple of weeks back, he has been down there after lights out almost every night. When I prompted him for the umpteenth time as to what he does down there, he finally gave in two days ago and disclosed his little secret. He told me that he had found a way
