I squinted. My sister squinted. My brother squinted. We three formed a circle, cautious and alert. The air was tense.
"Do you see him?"
… more squinting.
My sister inched closer. Arms extended, ready to fend off the assailant
if he make a suspicious move. I stepped back, lacking the guts to face
him like she did.
Suddenly my sister emitted a bone-chilling scream. I screamed with
her and we made a perfect combination of alto-soprano cry:
With surprising agility he moved, dissappearing amidst the shady boxes
in my room. He moved out of sight, out of killing range, that damned
Ahhhh… life in Indonesia. Everyday is a battle.
Today we lost. Tomorrow we'll wage our war with renewed zeal and ample supplies of insecticide and sandals.