The Hiding Place

by C.J. Tudor

Once you become accustomed, you become complacent and then you become either complicit or consumed.

“I learned a lot,” she continues, “working with children all these years. One—never ask anything outright. They will only lie. Two—always make them think it is their idea. And three—make something interesting enough and they will come to you.”

“We’re all still children inside. The same fears, the same joys. We just get taller, and better at hiding things.”

Odd how we measure things. As if the ability to purchase a large building or the most fuel-guzzling mode of sitting in a traffic jam is the ultimate expression of achievement during our scant years upon this planet. Despite all our advancements, we still judge people in terms of bricks, cloth and horsepower.