Birds of Prey

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Rochelle Wisoff Fields Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


“Mommy, I’m scared. Where’s Kyle?” Her pouty lips trembled.

Her mother squeezed her daughter’s hand. “I don’t know.”

Kyle’s little sister sniffled. “I tried to find him, honest.”

“I know you did, sweetheart.”

“He’s better at hide-n-seek than I am.” Tears rolled down the child’s cheeks. “I want to go home.”

“Me too.” The woman knelt beside her daughter and pointed. “See all the birds?”


“They can see for miles.” Her breath caught – a bird of prey circled nearby.

The child’s eyes widened. “Are they looking for Kyle too?”

Kyle’s mother uttered a silent prayer for her son. “Maybe.”


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16 thoughts on “Birds of Prey

  1. It makes me wonder where they are playing hide and seek if they aren’t at home. Our kids used to take off and be hard to find in department stores. Two or three times having them paged over the store intercom broke them from that. 🙂

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  2. This is well written. I felt like I was there. It made me want more. I hope you tell the rest of this story.
    I need to get back to Friday Fictioneers, too. I wish they had a notification system for new posts.

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