Lizzy had been reading an old book she had found in the underground complex that night, completely absorbed, oblivious as her family continued to scavenge for supplies and spare parts.
She never came across very many books on the outposts that they visited, the ones that she did find were often damaged and missing pages; finding a whole book in readable condition was quite rare, and this one was such a book.
Completely immersed in the tale of ‘The Little Match Girl’ in the tome of Hans Christian Andersen stories that she had discovered, she failed to hear the calls of her parents as they and her brother left the outer tunnels, unaware that they had left her in the depths of the warren.
Too late she looked up from the book as she felt the building shake and ran out into the freezing darkness of the blizzard, snow blinding her as she looked up with her arm raised to the bridge of her nose and heard the roar of the engines.
Lizzy was now utterly alone, abandoned.
- Five Sentence Fiction – Abandoned (ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com)