Like A Chameleon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Someone's taking advantage of an opportunity.

Submitted: May 09, 2018

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Like A Chameleon

The airport was heaving with passengers. Bad weather had caused flight chaos and where it was usually busy, today it was hectic. Everywhere you looked there were queues of disgruntled people, their patience tested to the limit.

At the customs desk there was a hold-up. A woman, travelling with a young toddler, was being thoroughly questioned, her luggage searched. The child was oblivious, tired out from it’s earlier crying fit and now soundly asleep. The woman launched in to some explanation, gesturing with her hands, and did not notice the girl approach and wheel away the buggy.

She was young, no more than five, well-dressed. Nobody thought it odd in any way to see her walking steadily through the crowds pushing a buggy. Not until the cry went up and by that time she was heading towards the airport doors. She picked her pace up slightly but this time she was not quick enough.

Security was tight and she watched as the guards descended towards the doorway. Word had spread faster than she could make her escape. Not bothering to put the brake on the buggy, the girl let go of the handles and let it slow to a stop while she disappeared into the crowd, heading in the opposite direction.

It did not take long for the guards to discover the buggy and return it to the customs desk where things had now become so much more chaotic. The toddler was still soundly asleep, only waking with a start to his mother’s relieved cry.

The girl slipped out of the exit alongside a group of adults. Each presumed the child was with one of the others. She stayed within the group until reaching the car park, where she approached a black van and climbed inside. The vehicle drove slowly away from the airport, the occupants disappointed today, but there was always next time.


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