The Waiting Game


“So I sit here…”

“…and wait,” Misha confirmed.

Clara sighed. When she agreed to babysit her nephew, she thought playgrounds and picnics. Not nonstop rain and hours in a gloomy cafe while her car was being repaired.

She looked around for the boy. Yep. There. His red top. He’s crouched behind the same table. Every. Single. Time.

“I give up!” she announced.

“Ta-da!” Misha popped out like a cork from a bottle.

The four-year-old ran to her and wrapped his arms around her torso. “Best play-date ever, Auntie Clawa! I love this Waiting Game!”

Clara smiled. “Wanna hide again?”



For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © David Stewart



33 thoughts on “The Waiting Game

  1. Wonderful, Na’ama. You story reminded me of when I was on a planet far away many years ago, a mere child of blissful ignorance.

    How I loved all the mystery and drama when a storm came. The lights went out and we lit candles and used a flash light to go to the bathroom. It was fun for me.

    So often it happens that I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then. 🙂

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    • Childhood innocence is a thing to cherish. Not in the naive assumption that children have no complex feelings (for they do), but in the knowledge that the time where they can be fully in the moment, is brief. And precious. Storms are stirring. I still find them to be exciting and mysterious (even with the knowing of how much more they are than that). I’m glad for the fond memories of some aspects that may well have been a lot less simple for the adults. Also, bathroom by flashlight is excellent fodder for light-circles on the wall. 🙂

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    • Yes, there are different kinds of hide-and-go-seek games with children, too, and not all of them are nice … But, yeah, this one was, AND children should NOT charged with the responsibility to cure adults’ malaise through their cuteness, though it is delightful when a child’s joy eases one’s moroseness. Hugs to ya.


    • Thanks, Susan. Yes, the little attentive games we can play, build predictability and security and anticipation of fun for little ones. And … their delight is often contagious! Whether we want to play another “knock-knock” joke round or not. 🙂

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  2. Na’ama Y’karah,

    I once heard a saying that I’ve never forgotten. “Children learn to dance before they learn there’s anything that isn’t music.” Sweet piece. Love Misha’s voice. Aunt Clawa. 😉

    Shalom & Hag Samayakh,


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    • Ah, indeed, the world IS music to a child … and if we think of the sing-song voice we use when we lilt to a newborn, or the rhythm of one’s heart as the baby’s head is against one’s chest, then no wonder there’s music in their veins before there are words. And, yes, Misha’s a darling. 🙂


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