Lost



She was lost. She shouldn’t be lost – shouldn’t have left her mother’s sight. But she was, and every corridor looked the same. Big men dressed the same passed her and paid no attention even when she cried.

Defeated, she sat on the cold floor. She probably should have in the first place, that’s what mama said anyway.

“Hello,” a warm voice said. “Where do you belong?”

Miss Parker sniffed, “with my mama.”

The man smiled. Mama said never to talk to strangers but this one seemed nice. “Of course you do,” he said, and led her all the way home.