Home Alone

Not Home. Alone?

  "Are you sure your fine, honey?" My mom asked over the phone after she saw the news.

  "Yes, the police got here and nothing was lost," I said reassuringly.

  "We made sure that the police monitor the house 24/7." My dad said. "In the meantime you can go down by the harbour." A day at the harbour would be nice.

  "Bye, Mom and Dad! Love you." I said.

  "Love you too sweetie." They said as they hung up.

  It took my dad's advice to go to the harbour. I got changed into a Polo shirt, summer shorts, my favourite summer hat, and my favourite pair of flip-flops. When I got to the harbour, there weren't that many people than I suspected. I found an empty bench and sat down. I applied sunscreen over my body.

  I layed down on my back, folding my arms over my stomach; I kicked my feet up, enjoying the weather and the breeze. I layed there relaxing for a few moments, my body lay in the shade but my feet in the sun, propped up and hanging over the edge of the bench. I even pulled my cap down over my eyes to block the light.

  After laying there for five minutes or so, I hear what sounds like a small group passing me.

  No big deal I thought, shrugging to myself.  I can hear footsteps as they ‘pass me by’...

  After two minutes, I feel a stroke at the tops of my toes. I thought it was an accident until two minutes mater it happened again on the other foot. I was gonna pull my feet away, but I thought Why show weakness and give in? So, I let them tickle me some more, which I kind of enjoyed now that I'm aware of it. It wasn't really hard to ignore, it was slow gentle strokes.

  They paused, at first I thought I won this game! I looked under my hat to see what had happened. I saw a pair wet, damp feet. They were about my size, and looked very ticklish. I was about to look at their face, Why spoil it? So I didn't. So I was wrong about winning, they were still here.

  I waited until he made a move. I got bored of waiting so I decided to spice things up for both sides. I pulled my feet against the edge of the bench, just far enough to make my flip flops fall off. I put my feet back into position. He could have actually gave and was just sitting beside me, or he was waiting for me to make a move; either way my bare feet got his attention.

  The strokes on the tops of my toes moves to the balls of my feet. They eventually made their way down to my soles and arch. They made their back up to my toes agian, but this time not the tips, the skin in between and underneath them. They always have been my weakness. He circled each toe print, then moved in between the toes. His finger rolled around the ticklish skin my toes have. My childish grin turned into a smile. It was getting intense. Finally, I broke. He found the skin underneath my big toes. I turned around and laughed,

  I lost. I thought sadly. He kept tickling my feet eventually slowing down to a stop. I felt one last tickle on each arch. He went to my ear and whispered, Meet me at this bench every Saturday at this time, I'll be here.

  I was definitely gonna be there.