Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.

My lost daughter. Well, actually that isn't who she was, but as soon as I first saw her I convinced myself it was. I always do.

So far there had been sixty five possibilities.

John, my second husband was a patient man. Had to be. He was rich so indulged me. Paid for our trips round the world whenever there was a possible sighting. Gave me hope when everyone tried to convince me it was time to grieve, not continue searching.

Suzie would be fifteen now. I just knew that I would see her again. It was impossible not to.

I'm at the airport, waiting for the coffee machine to stop gurgling and dispense the too-hot-to-hold plastic cup into my hand.

My elbow get's knocked. Coffee spills onto a frothy puddle over the cheap bag. I start apologising. The girl looks down at me.


Then she apologises. 'Sorry thought you were someone else.'


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sassy8438 about 9 years ago

It's really good. It leaves you wanting more.

Jumper about 9 years ago

Ahhh, you're so good at these kinds of things! Loved it :)

ganymeder over 8 years ago

Great story. I really felt for the MC.

Anglea (joined over 9 years ago)

Six minute story is brilliant as a daily mental excercise to write on a variety of topics. It involves a lot of trial and error before I finish in the given time.

I am often surprised which of my stories receive the most views, often those I planned to delete.

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Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway.
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