They stepped out of the gift shop, her hand in his. The crowd on the sidewalk was packed nearly shoulder to shoulder and flowed like a lazy river.
Her hand slipped.
He stopped and turned, but she was gone–lost in a sea of people twice her height.
“Dahlia!” he shouted.
“Daddy!” she screamed from somewhere to his left.
“Don’t move!” he commanded and pushed his way through the crowd.
At the curb he stopped and scanned the street.
“Dahlia!” he shouted again.
She didn’t answer.
He panicked and pushed his way back toward the gift shop screaming for her.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
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