Getting her away from the mansion was easy. There were no guards. It was an island, no guards were needed. She’d just gone for a walk. Everyone knew she’d be back. There was no way off the island.
No one knew I lived in the caves on the island’s north side. The only way into the caves was through an underwater opening. I’d found the caves years ago, when I escaped the world.
Until the day they brought my daughter to it.
We met on the rocks by the edge of the trees. I handed her a shirt, and pants. “You’ll need these.”
I led her to the cliff on the southwest side of the island. “Follow me.” We dove into the ocean, and I led her through the underwater entrance. The inside was a cavern, with a small cave along the north wall, and a waterfall along the west wall. I led her to the small cave. My home.
“You’ll be safe here. In a few days, they’ll stop looking. Then it’s two days to the nearest island.”
That’s when she saw the picture of her, as a child, sitting in her father’s lap. She looked at me. “Daddy?”
I wrote this for Rebekah Postupak‘s #FlashFriday, Week 33. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #Flash Friday. They are good reading.