We love you.
We miss you.
At sunrise, all the children gathered in the playground to release their helium-filled balloons. Each carried a personalized message begging their classmate to come home.
‘How long will it take for Silvia to get the messages?’ Her best friend asked the teacher.
‘That’s hard to say,’ she replied, ‘but I’m sure she will receive them.’
‘When will she come back?’ Asked another worried child.
‘She may not come back, but she’ll know how much we all love and miss her,’ said the teacher, hoping one of the balloons would soften the kidnapper’s heart.
Sometimes there’s not much we can do against evil and injustice, except hope our positive messages and vibrations reach their destination…
This post was written in response to Charli Mills weekly Flash Fiction Challenge.