PHOTO PROMPT © CEayr
Susie sucked the end of her pigtail, pinafore sticking to her, face hot from running.
She’d never noticed the door before, the rusty chain fastened with two padlocks. Susie understood about padlocks, knew you needed a key to open them. But the chain was waist height, easy to get under and the door was ajar, showing a beckoning sliver of darkness.
‘Coming! Ready or not!’
Danny! He’d find her soon, tease her for not hiding, for being a baby.
As she ducked under the chain, a voice called, ‘Come in and close the door behind you.’