“Elka? Is that you?”
It’s Mrs Parker.
Crap.
At this rate, I have two decisions. Either run and ignore, or reveal myself and suffer the consequences of her questions. I’m surprised she’s able to recognize me even with a mask on unlike her son. I take in a steady breath and stay still as I watch her ray of flashlight hover towards my direction. The haystack’s tall enough to cover me from head to toe but I’m not sure if my behind is safe from sight. Just when I thought the coast is clear, a little cough behind me causes me to turn with surprised eyes. My leg jerks diagonally causing me to stumble back and knock the pack of hay in the process.
Following thuds echo through and I brace myself for the worst case scenario. Mrs Parker stands still with her robe on and a flashlight in her ha
