This is a piece written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers Thanks to PJ for hosting our challenge and to Graham Lawrence for our photo prompt. Please click on the lil froggy, after this piece, for a link to other stories.
Our little Kate. She was just so beautiful. So innocent. Most days, when I’m painting in the courtyard, I’m thinking about her. Those bright sparkly questioning blue eyes. How did I ever let her escape? I’m often trying to answer that question or change it somehow.
“Wait right here, sweetie, while Mommy gets Brother out the car.” I squeezed her little hand.
I cooed to her baby brother. Sweet little nothings. Smooching my lips against his velvety skin. He cooed and gurgled back.
When I turned around, she was gone. I ran all around like a mad woman. Holding the baby. Screaming. “Kate! Kate!”
My mind’s memory heard her laughing and saying, “Here I am, Mommy. I was hiding from you.” I could see her little pixie smile.
We’ve never found her. The way life goes on, sometimes it’s as though she only ever existed to her daddy and me.