Hide and seek. All the older boys and I, a rug rat. A voice counts to 10. A forehead resting against an old wardrobe. I fall inside. I hear acidic laughs. Did you put the bugs in? I did, I did. I despise those black non-humans. A rotten kind of nausea boils inside my tummy. Fear smells of ammonia and travels through my hyperventilating nostrils and into my convulsing body. The feeling of …
