“Sarah! Sarah!” she called, but the ‘boom, boom, boom’ of the marching band’s drum section was deafening.
Deb’s heart was racing. She retraced their steps, through the crowds toward the town square. The last people she wanted to involve was the police, but she was desperate.
“Sir,” Deb pleaded to the officer, “I’ve lost my 5 year-old. Her name is Sarah. I’ve looked everywhere. I can’t find her!”
“You said her name was Sarah?”
“Yes, Sarah…she’s 5. She has a pink t-shirt…and blue jeans.”
“Well that might explain this note. We found it attached to one of the painted display cows.”
The officer watched Deb intently as she read, “I have Sarah, Deb. You know she belongs with me. The courts awarded me custody. Jon”
“Is the note true, ma’am?”
“Yes…” Deb mumbled in defeat.
“I think you better come with me. Jon is pressing charges.”
kat ~ 29 March 2016
A story for FFfAW (Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer) Photo Prompt. Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting. Read other stories HERE.