Sunday, 3 June 2018

Kidnap

by Colin D. Smith

“Come with me,” the young girl said
Sitting cross-legged on the bed,
Her hand extended to the child
Who yawned and stretched, then blinked and smiled.
“Come with you? I like it here;
“My pillow’s soft, and my parents near.”
“I have a place,” the girl enticed,
“Where nights are long and dreams are nice,
“Where no-one will disturb your sleep.
“Come with me; this place will keep.”
The child thought hard, then rose to stand,
And with a nod she took her hand.
The young girl laughed, then sang a song,
And with a blink, the two were gone.



Author bio: I am a writer of flash fiction, short stories, and novels living in Eastern North Carolina.
blog: http://www.colindsmith.com/blog
twitter: http://www.twitter.com/colin_d_smith

Kidnap is part of 101 Fiction issue 19.

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