I was eight when it happened. One minute I was walking the streets with my parents and the next, I watched their eyes roll back as they fell backward onto the concrete sidewalk. Quickly, people began to gather. Everyone stared at me like I was the cause off all this. “Tamryn?” I heard my name called and turned to find my uncle Billy rushing toward me. He held me tight right then and there. “It’ll be alright, I promise.”
One week later, we walked the same street, Billy held a candle, I held my art project, a pink construction paper with the word “love”. As we walked, slowly, others joined us, they too carried candles and lanterns. As they walked passed us, Billy whispered, “Thank you,” to every one of them.
As we marched, I became resolved to find out who did this to my parents, who took them from me in a blink of an eye, and when I find them, they will regret they had ever made that move.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.