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Lost
The sun warmed Lucy’s skin. She heard birdsong. The grass underneath felt moist from the morning dew, even though it was almost noon.
“So where are we going?” She heard Dave in the distance.
“I don’t know. Does it matter?” she replied, eyes closed.
“Well, we’re not even sure where we are. The GPS isn’t working.”
“We’re here enjoying sunshine, listening to birds. If we don’t know where we are, then it doesn’t matter where we’re going, does it?”
“You’re not helping matters.” Dave looked stern.
“Just lay down on the grass and enjoy the moment, Dave.” She smiled.
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This flash fiction is in response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
September 9, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone or something that’s lost. It can be lost in a setting (storm, darkness, ocean) or it can be a feeling. Is there a recovery? What are the consequences of remaining lost? What are the opportunities?
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Ah, that’s the kind of lost moment that leads to being found. I like how you write the characters, one in repose and the other somewhat distant, seeking. It carries the tone of the story. Nice!
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Thanks, Charli.
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Ah, I hope he can enjoy being lost in the moment with her, so that they can find each other and connect. Lovely flash.
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I do too, Norah. Thank you.
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Now that’s a wonderful way to be lost. Love it.
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Thanks. I think so too.
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