Tommy was skipping, actually skipping through the forest, because he’d somehow made it to the final six and he felt amazing. “Not much longer now Ma” he said, clad in his baseball cap and sunglasses, his personalised bandaid spread across his cheek, a full belly and his thirst quenched. People always talked about how hard it was, and yes, there were trying times, but, this right now, this didn’t feel hard at all.
He stopped his skipping when he heard some leaves crack a little louder than an animal might cause, and realised with a smile that his instincts were getting better. Poppy would be proud, wouldn’t she? He decided this time, it was best to hide until he could see who it was, so he slipped behind a tree until he watched Everett walk by.
He jumped out from behind the tree then, shouting “boo” before he burst into a fit of laughter, and Poppy wouldn’t be so proud now, but maybe she’d be smiling, even for a split second.