The Shadow
By lev821
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Target acquired, silence essential. I observe the back of the house from here concealed by this bush. I am a master of stealth, and shadows are my friend. The sky is darkening. I could still be spotted, especially by the occupant. I know that I must get through, into the house, where in a drawer upstairs is my prize, my reward. All my years of training, all the missions I have been on will make this job easy.
I creep forward across a patch of grass, and concealed myself behind a shed. From here to the back door I will be exposed, but if I am quick, I can reach it in seconds. I know that I am the best of my type. I cannot fail in any of my missions. Yet, I know I still have much to learn. I look around the shed corner and see the occupant of the house in the kitchen window. They turn away, and I know that that is my chance, and like a leopard, I dart out from my hiding place and crouch low to the side of the back door. The door is open, and I hear noise from within. I must creep stealthily, like a cat, and blend in to my surroundings, like a shadow. That is what I have called myself. ‘The shadow’ and nobody knows I exist.
I creep into the kitchen, and look around the side of the cupboard. The house occupant is looking in the oven. It is my chance to creep past.
"Jimmy, what are you doing? Are you playing ninjas again? Come on, your teas nearly ready" I stand up. I am caught. I need more practice.
"Sorry mum"
"Are you trying to get those sweets in your drawer again? What have I told you about eating before your tea? You’ll lose your appetite and you won’t eat it all. Now go and wash your hands". I do so, knowing that soon, ‘The shadow’ will be back.
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In my experience, those young
In my experience, those young ninjas don't usually stand a chance against the eyes-in-the-back-of-the-head guardian of the household! Nice evocation of childhood.
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Enjoyable. Took me back to
Enjoyable. Took me back to my own childhood of ninjas in the killing fields. I had my own group of ninjas which I led during the 1980's in the Northeast of Ireland. They called me Fagin.
Maybe this line has a little typo. 'I creep forward across a patch of grass, and conceal[ed] myself behind a shed'
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