Julia started to cry. She was all alone in the middle of nowhere.
She had managed to escape from the kidnappers, now all she had to do was wait for Mama.
Run as fast as you can.
Various scenarios and their solutions ingrained in her tiny little head.
Footsteps came nearer and Julia cautiously peered over the dustbin. She jumped up yelling for her mother, who was being led by an officer and sniffer dog.
“I knew you’d come Mama!”
“Julia…what happened?!” cried Sandra, hugging her between tears.
“I was making sure you’d find me, in case the bad people took me away like they did Jamie.”
Julia had witnessed her brother’s recent kidnapping. The police had given up all hope and the terrified Julia managed to be assuaged only after a talk on how to tackle such a situation.
In order to make sure her mother would actually find her, Julia pretended she was being chased by kidnappers and ran all the way to an empty lot, waiting for Sandra.
Dejectedly Sandra realized that Julia had seen through her everyday perfunctory smiles and deep down, she was still just as terrified as Sandra was.
Written for: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner