She was named Lillie, but everyone called her Lil. Her bright blond hair and sharp blue eyes caught your attention as soon as you met. She was feisty and fierce and a little bit mouthy, but I loved her for it. She would say the things I wanted to say, but couldn’t.
On the day she disappeared, I didn’t think much of it. She probably took off and didn’t tell anyone. That’s just the way she was.
So when they found her floating face down in Frog Ditch, I fell apart. She was too tough to die.
Thanks to Rochelle and to Erin Leary for the photo. Read more stories at Friday Fictioneers. Here’s the link: