Nathan watched them all searching for him, frantically.

Serves them right, he thought smugly. Did they think that he was an easy prey? He would show them.

Sensing a presence, he turned around.

Hi there. Aren’t you a smart guy to hide out here?

Nathan shrugged nonchalantly, turning back to watch them again.

Would you like to come back there, where it is even more safe?

Without replying, Nathan popped his head from behind the wheel.

There he is, they all shouted. You win!

Didn’t I tell you I would?

Gleefully he ran towards them, no longer an easy prey.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc.,  expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Jennifer Pendergast