The endless obsession….
It had been almost 20 years since that awful day that she would never forget. The fliers, the endless searches, the milk cartons, nothing seemed to help her.
“Eileen, come on. I want you to see this piece.” The annual art show was was one of her favorite outings. Something she looked forward to. All of the proceeds of the show went to the children shelter she volunteered at.
“Eileen? What’s your obsession with that piece?”
It took me a while to gather up the words, the strength to talk. “That girl in this painting. Thats her. Emily. My daughter…..”
*This is my 100 words entry for http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ . The word is obsession.