Copyright –Douglas M. MacIlroy
When he first entered his cabin up in the woods, the strange item caught him off guard. Not strange as in unknown, he was old not ancient, but strange as in not belonging to him. He could use a computer, even operate this laptop version too. Only he didn’t own a laptop. Even stranger still was the young woman who rose from her hiding place behind the kitchen island, hands in a surrender position at her shoulders.
She looked familiar. Then he remembered. Dusty. Hazy. Her face on the news, posters and milk cartons. Years ago. Missing.
“Dad?” she said.
100 words
Getting my flash fiction in just before the doors slide closed on this Friday Fictioneers train.
I don’t know how this guy didn’t know he had a daughter. It seems people have lied to him and a missing girl (on the run or kidnapped) comes to find him. Guess they’ll have a lot to work through! Once she proves she is his daughter, that is.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the blue frog icon to submit your story or read what others have written.
Fatima Fakier 
That’s tantalising. The beginning of a tale that extends out into the past and the future
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Dear Fatima,
I think the fact that he didn’t recognize his own daughter could mean that a lot of years have passed. He might even have given her up for dead. Hard to tell everything in 100 words but you did it well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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So many reasons why he would not realise she is his daughter…
Well done, Fatima
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She recognised him but she has grown beyond recognition. Good story, Fatima.
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