Short Fiction
Wait, That’s Me
Based on a true story (not mine).
Shuffling through the tall grass feeling with the tips of unfeeling boots hoping to find something but also praying I don’t my neck and shoulders have seized from looking down scanning the ground for signs of her blood her clothes her hair
it’s cold now and won’t be warm until the sun comes up but we won’t still be here then we will have found her we must find her she must be so scared and cold
or dead
what happened what could have happened so quickly we had just stopped an hour or so just long enough to take a pee to take some pictures to walk around to disappear I didn’t know her no one here knew her not even her name just what she looked like she looked like me she must have been quiet the whole way here
like me
I get that I sat at the back of the bus and watched the others talk and talk and miss the beauty we passed but I saw it I looked out at the farms the roads and sun-kissed windswept hills they missed I wonder if she missed it and now she’s missed and there must be a reason
