Looks Like a Princess to Me

This was a draft from an old prompt. Don’t remember why I didn’t get around to posting this, but here it is. Enjoy.

Panicked, the man ran from rack to rack.

“Can I help you, Sir?” The clerk asked.

“I only looked away for a minute.”

“You’ve lost something?”

The man frantically wiped aside clothes on the nearby racks, looking underneath one. “Jackson!”

The clerk’s hands fluttered against her chest. “Oh my; shall I call security?”

“Jackson, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you.”

“I’m sure he’s close by, but threatening him won’t make him come out of hiding,” the clerk said, in a strained, high voice.

“Him?”

A look of confusion crossed the clerk’s face. “You said, Jackson. Aren’t we looking for your son?”

The man rolled his eyes. “It’s a gender neutral name,” he said, moving to the next rack.  “Haven’t you heard the latest, gender terms are offensive.”

“Offensive?” The clerk moved with him, scanning the area for a wandering child.  “To whom?”

“Not to me,” he said, stopping abruptly, “It’s a family name.” A smile spread across his face. The clerk followed his gaze.

The child stood on the dressing stage in front of a large mirror. Tiny hands clutched her frilly pink dress, and dark brown curls bounced with each twirl.

“She looks like a princess to me; all girl,” he said.
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