The Battle for the Mind

The Battle for the Mind


It was pitch dark, and the prickles from the bush I was hiding behind were sticking through my clothes and into my skin. I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear, very faintly, someone coming along the path. All chance of reaching my own goal had disappeared; the only question was whether I would get caught. The prickles got worse, and despite my best attempts to stay still I just had to move, ever so slightly. He heard me and was on to me like a flash. Within a few moments I had had to put on a different armband and join the other side...