Lost and Found

Lola Margaret Delaware was lost. She clutched her stuffed grey bunny and chewed the top of its ear, which was threadbare and stained from the habit, and lifted her gaze to the top of the building she stood before. Stone monkeys with scrunched-up faces jutted from the corners and eyed Lola with disdain. But that didn’t put her off. She was sure her mother was inside.

Pulling bunny tighter she pushed the heavy door and stepped into a glistening white foyer. A man in a black suit and a pale face smiled from behind a counter. β€˜Lola, I’m so glad you finally found us.’

FF - 23.10.18 - Lost and Found
PHOTO PROMPT Β© Roger Bultot

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This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.

Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.

Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.

61 thoughts on “Lost and Found

  1. Love the first sentence and the chewed bunny ear. You really give us a feeling for how vulnerable she is. The man in the black suit knowing her name could mean recognition and recovery of a lost child, or final success in luring her into his lair.

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