Ahead, there is nowhere left to run. I look back; the chase is still on.
I’m too old for this. But it’s all fun and games for her.
I stop before my body gives up on me. Bent double by an old tree stump, I fumble to remove the white handkerchief from my pocket- my flag of surrender.
I call out my defeat, just as arms clasp around my waist.
“Tag, you’re it!”