We came back again. The van is still aged. The weeds intertwining with its machinery.
This wasn’t how we left it.
Have we aged too?
We just can’t move on.
The damage to the side of the truck is still there. The crash, it killed us. So why can’t we move on?
Because we want our baby girl who’s not here with us, her mom and dad…..It must mean that she didn’t die like us.
When we find her, we can be at peace, and once more be a family.
We walk away defeated.
Tomorrow we try again.
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100 word Flash-Fiction over at Friday Fictioneers… here to view site & prompt. PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot