The little girl sat on the steps, tears flowing down her cherubic cheeks. People passed by, most not even sparing a glance at the scene, too caught up in their own dramas to waste time on someone else’s.
Most, except for one man. He knelt by the child and whispered, “Emily?”
Emily nodded and the man smiled. “Your mother sent me to take you home. She’s worried sick about you.” He held out his hand with a reassuring grin. “Come on. We’ll stop for ice cream on the way.”
Emily’s tiny hand clasped his.
The Gods looked on in anger.
picture copyright: Al Forbes
Word Count: 100
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