Pursuit
He sprinted down the crowded city street. Someone had talked. And now they were after him.
He dove sharply left, into a narrow alley. Dropped to one knee at its opening.
Less than a minute passed before a dark figure raced by the alley, immediately followed by a second.
As he looked a heavy hand dropped with the terrible weight of all the world upon his thin shoulder. A winded voice exhaled one chilling word.
"Gotcha."
The boy looked up into the red face of the truancy officer.
Ditching school was not the adventure he had hoped it to be.
