That Winter Break

The sound of a staple gun on the tired small-town noticeboard in this small supermarket made her stop placing the shopping g from the wire basked onto the checkout for scanning.

When the young girl stepped away, her notice made a perfect line of four missing persons notices.

Earl leaned into her ear, “We’re on holidays Kate.” He pulled out the last of the items, adding them to the others.

Kate turned and gave him ‘that smile’, her eyes bright.