This is my first opportunity to post a flash fiction with the Friday Fictioneers under our new leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It’s a big job to take over this project from Madison Woods — thanks, Rochelle!
This week’s photo prompt is by Ted Strutz. I know I say this almost every week, but this one was quite a challenge. But that makes coming up with a story all the more satisfying! Thanks, Ted!
Did you hear the very sad story about the two little boys on the east coast, whose bodies were found in a marsh yesterday? These poor boys were swept from their mother’s arms as hurricane Sandy ripped through New York. The saddest part of the story is that the mother had knocked on someone’s door and asked for help. They turned her away.
This story haunts me.
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The woman cried frantically, as if trying to explain something to anyone who would listen. With a growing crowd, I moved closer to hear what she was saying.
She held her hand three feet off the ground. “He’s about this tall . . . blond hair, wearing a Batman sweatshirt.”
A tall man shook his head and kept walking.
“I let go of his hand for only a second to try on these glasses.”
My stomach sank. I’d ignored a plea for help only moments before. Just another kid having a tantrum, I figured. But he was blond, and wore a Batman sweatshirt.