Suspicious eyes locked in as I approached. Those with almost nothing scrambled to protect what little they had. Tethered dogs snapped and snarled as I made my way through the shifting shadows. Between the last tent and the stream a skewered rat dripped its bloody, warm juices over an open fire. I should have been shocked, but I wasn’t any more.
‘Have you seen a girl, about 5’2″, short, red hair,’ I said.
‘Ain’t seen nuttin’ mister. Nobody round here seen nuttin’. Best you gets goin’,’ came the reply.
It seemed hopeless, but I’d never give up looking.
I just needed to say I was sorry.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.