The unearthed toys meant she’d been there. But her body had not been found. Surely that meant she was alive? The night she had been taken from her bed, her favourite playthings went missing as well. I always imagined them comforting her, reminding her of home, giving her hope. My beautiful curly-haired daughter. A sob escaped me from deep inside. We had to find her, we had to! Bob’s arms pulled me to his chest. “It’s not over yet. We will find our little girl.” But it was already too late. She had been sold to the highest bidder.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2017
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)
Oh, awesome photo prompt! Thanks for sharing.
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Rochelle often has photo prompts that lead to some interesting stories 🙂
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OH my! That last line caught my breath. Ackkk you must write more for this one!
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It’s a scary thought, isn’t it Christy?
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Dear Colline,
Sounds like a parent’s nightmare. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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When I saw your prompt this week Rochelle, child trafficking popped into my head. As you say, a parent’s worst nightmare.
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An appropriate title to the story. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much.
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The worst nightmare a parent can have… not knowing is worse than the horrible news possible…
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I think so too. The uncertainty leads to hope – a hope that may be futile.
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It sends shivers, Colline.
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I agree Jo. This is an experience I wouldn’t wish on any parent.
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So much emotion. Beautiful!
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Thank you for your positive comment.
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