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  • Writer's pictureEva Nel Brettrager

Let Me See?

We sat cross legged from each other. I felt nervous, and I was twiddling my thumbs in my lap, rocking slightly to contain my nerves.


“Let me see,” I said.


I heard you laughing. “Now wait a minute, you already had your turn. It took me forever to guess.” There were some rustling sounds - I think you were pulling the object out of the bag.


“Okay.” you said. “Make your first guess.”


I thought for a minute while biting my lip. “I don’t know. Let me see?” I asked.


“Not so fast, buddy.” you said, chuckling. “Okay. First hint. Hmm. I know! It’s sticky.”


I didn’t like that description. “That’s not fair. That doesn’t have anything to do with what it looks like.” I said, folding my arms across my chest. 


“It does! I promise!” you said in protest.


With a deep huff, I said, “Okay. I wish I had… a wad of bubble gum. Let me see?”


You mimicked a loud buzzer noise. “Nope! Two more guesses or you lose one! Your next clue is… It’s brown.”


“Hmm. I wish I had… gooey glue. Let me see?” I guessed.


You mimicked a loud buzzer noise again. I winced a little bit. “Nope! Only one more guess, or you lose one! Your next clue is… not one is the same as any other.”


Now I was mad. None of these clues were fair at all. I huffed loudly and said, “I wish I had my eyes. Let me see?”


You shouted, “Ding ding ding!” and felt a weird clasping sensation as my eyes clicked into my head and suddenly I could see. I lifted my hands to my face, shocked to realize we weren’t just sitting in the dark this whole time.


“You’re really lucky, my friend,” you said. “If you guessed wrong one more time, I was going to take your tongue. Then you’d never be able to play with me.”


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