My wife clutches my arm. “Look! There’s Maddie!” She points into the Great Hall from the balustrade, her eyes firing bolts of desperation.
The word steals a beat of my heart, even ten years later. “Where?” I ask, ninety-nine percent obliging, one percent hopeful.
“In the blue blouse.” She leaves me and chases down the stairway. “Hurry! They’re headed out the door!”
The night our daughter was taken, dark despair devoured the light in Kate’s blue eyes. Dare I admit it? I miss the peace I once found in those eyes—almost as much as I miss Maddie.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt. Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo. Beautiful as the Great Hall is, I couldn’t help but look into the crowd for inspiration.
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