Karen peered into the darkening evening.
“Isn’t Ian coming, Mummy? He said he’s my new daddy.”
“Do you like him?”
“He scares me.”
Karen had other questions but was afraid to ask them.
“Never mind, you won’t see him again.”
‘Unless this plane doesn’t move soon,’ she thought. ‘When he realises we’ve gone, what I’ve packed, he’ll be here with fury.’
She chewed on her lower lip.
Relief flooded through her as the plane taxied. ‘He can’t follow without his passport.’
“Are we going to fly into the dark Mummy?”
“No darling, we’re taking off into a bright new world.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.