Wrinkle between the azure orbs is filled with sweat beads.
Underarms are soaked in deluge of fluid.
Feet slide forward with heavy glide that hides the anxiety.
Suddenly the torch disappears and all is inky blackness.
The wavy tresses bounce as the teenage head pops up from its concentration.
Mom! Shouts a cracking male tenor in full panic.
Is your room clean? Asks the woman standing in the doorway.
Awwww, Mom! Comes the reply, the player noting the plug in her hand.
Once again, the Hero is stopped by an unsuspected foe.
21st Century Teen
Lue
August 13, 2016