Hiding Behind the Bins Because I Saw Him

A short story about running into an old flame

Photo by Mert Kahveci on Unsplash

So there I was, sitting behind the bins, hoping he wouldn’t see me. The shock caused me to adopt a 4-year-old’s logic: if I can’t see him, he can’t see me.

But just like everybody can spot the giggling toddler standing behind the curtains, he’d spotted me. Of course, he had. I mean, we looked…