The small natives, unkempt and unruly, peer from a shadowed arch. They stop, keenly watching an inert female creature just ahead.
The first whispers, “What’s she doin’?”
His companion checks. “Nuffin’. Sleepin’, most like.”
Urrrrhaghaaah! She moans. They scamper back to shadow’s safety.
“Did she see ya?” The younger sucks a finger.
A quick peek. “Nah. I think she’s fakin’.”
One second later: “Now what’s she doin’?”
He looks again. “Rolled over.” He scowls. “-Wait! I saw a light. She’s got her phone!”
“She’s awake!” Excited, the younger boy grips his brother’s arm.
Drat, she says.
“Let’s get ‘er!”
Chel Owens 
It’s never safe to peer…
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In retrospect, it’s never safe to be peered AT. 🙂
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Sadly this is a familiar scenario in our house as well….
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You must have natives as well.
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Ah, those little feral natives are always so restless and alert! Fun take on the prompt, Chelsea.
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They sure are. Thanks, Charli!
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