Large sad eyes looked directly into the camera lens. Dian got that eerie feeling, the one that makes the hair at the nape of the neck stand on end and the skin crawl along one’s spine.
This shot was one of several of the same scene so Dian used the magnifier to inspect the other pictures. None showed the face.
“Think!” She jumped at the sound of her own voice. The image must have spooked her more than she realized. Grabbing it in her slender hands, she made her way to the kitchen and a hot cup of coffee. She tossed the picture on the table and sat down, avoiding eye contact with it. She pulled a long grateful sip from the steaming mug and looked lovingly around her sunlit kitchen, hoping to clear her mind of the picture. The gleaming white cabinets had tops of cobalt blue tiles, the overhead cabinets were inset with cobalt blue etched glass, and bright red canisters sat against the cobalt blue back splash. This was her little piece of heaven where she felt comfortable, but when her glance fell upon the photo, she shivered.
She picked up the photograph and looked at it once more, absently brushing a strand of chestnut colored hair from her face. Who are you, child? I know you weren't in my view when I took this picture. I certainly would have noticed you.
She cleared her thoughts and willed herself to remember. The chair squeaked as her body relaxed. The familiar surroundings began to blend into the soft yellow of the walls and when she closed her eyes, she could almost smell the crisp mountain air as the rush of memory took her back to the previous week…
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National Center for Missing & Exploited Children
Child Quest International
Polly Klaas Foundation