This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by wonderful author and artist, Rochelle, on her website, Addicted to Purple. Each week, she provides us with a photo prompt and her own story, and we have 100 words to respond with out take. Anyone is welcome to participate–just give credit to the provider of the photo prompt (provided this week by J. Hardy Carroll), write your own story, and click on the blue frog below to read others’ work and add a link to your own.
Reading the Signs
Frieda and Barb moved through the debris, touching familiar broken chairs and upturned tables absently. They had been many times to the abandoned factory, but none of those trips had been this important. Brenna was missing.
Barb gasped at the first stained glass image.
“Brenna,” Frieda said.
They followed the pictures from left to right, seeing the little girl get scooped into a car and driven to a little house by the ocean. They studied the car and the man driving it. They studied the house. They called 9-1-1 and gave an anonymous tip. They watched the glass, and prayed.