When we were moving house, I discovered a box of old negatives. I held them up the light in curiosity and found the pictures of me and my sister playing hide and seek from years ago. I smiled at the memory of the younger girl running up to me desperate to play. I agreed and turned my back to count to 100.
Joanne had hidden really well. It was 17 years and we have still never found the hiding place even though we had tried looking everywhere. Even the police had joined us, but she was nowhere to be found.
Written in response to fandango’s flash fiction challenge.