Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 7 of my book, Tenderfoot.
A mischievous smile spread across his face and then Andrew ran away. Surprised, I turned as he passed me, turning in kind to mirror me.
A moment later, I figured it out. He ran backward down the sidewalk to make a point. I could keep up with him if he ran backward! Andrew waved, then pivoted around, jogging across the street toward Forest Theatre.