"Ready to go home, Pumpkin?"
Sam was careful not to look at the librarian as he scanned her books and card. She didn't look at anyone besides her stepfather.
"What's wrong, sweetie? I know you love to read, why do you always seem so sad when we come here?"
"I'm just sad to leave," she lied.
Her stepdad's warm, brown eyes seemed even softer, even more protective as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I understand. Let's get home to Mom."
Samantha didn't look back. She never looked back.
Well, that was kind of bleak. Check out all the other flash stories written to the same picture on Kharisma Rhayne's blog.
