Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers’ challenge this week is prompted by Ted’s intriguing photo.
LOST & FOUND
She could see two forlorn figures on the quayside the boy much taller now his sister smaller rounder, arms crossed, staring hard at the sea-plane. Her children taken by their father five years ago : an unfit mother they said, bereaved she felt. She had meant to keep contact. I’ll make it right she thought.
As her dinghy approached the quay the children came into focus – her son smiling moving forward, her daughter rooted to the spot rigid with suspicion. “Hello kids I’m here for you, there’s a sea-plane waiting…….are you coming ?”