'I'll be a camera,' Mikey said suddenly. He put a fist to his eye and looked through the aperture he made with his fingers and thumb. He clicked his tongue and shut his eyes. 'There. It's inside now.' He pointed to his head. 'I've got it.'

'Good. You've got it all, all right. But if you had your camera and got it in there, then you could show it to us too.'

Excerpt from 'The Match' by Romesh Gunesekera