Image credit by Jane
The crowds were overwhelming. Glaring white floors echoed their multitude of footsteps – not just from the ground level, but also the floors above. I looked up, feeling dizzy as I gazed at the raked ceiling. The pitch of the roof seemed to move and sway around me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to focus.
She had to be around here somewhere!
I completed another circuit, trying to see her familiar form. Trouble was, I couldn’t remember what she was wearing that day. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere baby girl!”
“Mummy!” I cried, throwing myself into her arms.
She had found me.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday, Week 31; Daily Post Daily Prompt, glaring