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I totally cheated. I did a two-part story. Each is 100 words, though.
A Great Day (Part One)
Little girls don’t just disappear from trains. Tori was positive Sarah was on the train. They boarded together.
It was a good day. It was a great day. She watched her through all the little shops. She didn’t lose her when she was playing on the rocks on top of the hill. They picnicked in the grass. It was the first good day since… Well, since…
“Why did God take Daddy, Mommy?”
“I don’t know, dear. I don’t know,” Tori answered, as she fought through the tears.
She was on the train. She was on the goddamn train.
A Great Day (Part Two)
He felt the earth quake above him. The shaking slowed, then stopped. It was here. The train had arrived.
He loved when the trains came. He loved to see tourists come and frolic in the little town. They always brought their children.
He loved children. He loved their innocence, their laughter… everything. He loved everything about children.
Later, as the train pulled away, he looked at the cage hanging from the ceiling, the cage holding the tender morsel that would be his dinner. It might even last a few nights.
“Mommy? I want my mommy.”
It was a great day.