Friday Fictioneers: Miracle

Cold, hungry, and aching all over, she limps toward the house with gleaming lights. She isn’t hoping for anything other than a warm meal and somewhere warm to stay the night.

Lightly, she knocks on the grand-looking door.

Moments later, the door opens, on the other side stands a woman with half-gray hair and a soft smile. “Are you lost, dear?” Teeth clattering, she nods. “Come in.”

Inside, standing at the end of the corridor stands a man. “Matilda, who’s at the door?”

“You would’ve never guessed, sir.”

The man’s jaw grow slack as he instantaneously recognizes his once-lost daughter.

(100 words)

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11 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Miracle

  1. I worried a lot about my daughters. Then I took a view from the nursery rhyme ‘Little Bo Beep”

    ‘Leave them alone and they’ll come home , wagging their tails behind them.’

    Usually, independence doesn’t always mean leaving home.

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