The Weekday One Hundred

Panic had already come and gone. This was a meltdown.

She dug her nails deep into her scalp. How could she be so stupid, so careless? He was right next to her not two seconds ago, eating his pretzel, mustard smeared on his chubby face.

Then…

Seconds later she spotted him. On line at the Ferris wheel. Same build, same height, same red hoodie.

She sprinted across the courtyard, bulldozing her way through the dense carnival crowd. She gripped his shoulder tight, spinning him around.

They locked eyes. A mutual look of shock and fear.              

“My mistake,” she finally said.