“Dad, meet my best friend Lily“, spoke five-year-old.
“Hi Lily!” That pearly white face with blue eyes seemed unforgettably familiar.
“Lily! Here you are! I was-” seeing him she lost her voice.
Her eyes met his gaze.
Past flashed back and they smiled at the sudden reunion of their past.
This post is written in response to Moving Quill Fiction Prompt- Reunion