Adam glanced over at the platform, saw the curly red-haired girl tying her shoelaces. She smiled at him. He smiled back, then took a picture of his two sons screaming with laughter as they swung higher, higher. He glanced at the girl again.
Her two little shoes standing together, alone.
Hands shaking, Adam raised his camera.
“Whatcha doin, hon?” his wife asked.
“I saw something impossible,” he said. “I swear there was a little girl who…”
And there she was again. She smiled at him a second time, and winked.
“Disappeared,” he said.
The sound and fury of finals are over, and I return to the somewhat less stressful world of fiction. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: