Sophia de la Cerda Posted December 7, 2015 Share Posted December 7, 2015 ~London, 1668~ The streets of London were quite busy in the early afternoons, and today was no exception. Men and women went about their daily business, and children ran about chasing each other. No one noticed the small blonde girl roaming among them, wearing a pretty pink silk dress, her long blonde ringlets held back by matching ribbons. Nor did they notice the panicked expression on her face, the way she looked up at each person she passed as if searching for someone in particular, or the tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes. Seven-year-old Sophia stopped beneath the awning of a store, biting her lower lip in consternation. Her heart pounded in her chest and she was more frightened than she had been since the day her mother had drowned right in front of her eyes. England was new and exciting to the little German girl, and she had begged her father to take her into the city. She had never thought they would become separated. Sophia had dropped his hand and wandered a few steps away from him to look into the window of a bakery that displayed sweet pastel confections. She had turned around to ask him if he would buy her something, but he had not been behind her … or anywhere else in sight. Since then, she had been desperately searching for him, and she knew he must be looking for her as well … worried that something would happen to her. Sophia did not want to cause him any distress. She listened for the sound of her name, assuming he would call for her, but all she heard was the voices and laughter of the crowd, and occasional shouts of children. Two boys ran by her, tossing a ball back and forth between them, their dirty faces washed in smiles. Sophia looked after them longingly, wishing that she, like them, had not a care in the world … that she was back with her father and happily munching on the sweets she knew he would have bought her. Instead, she was lost and confused and alone, one small child adrift in a churning sea of humanity. How would she ever find her uncle among so many people? Eyes wide and heart fluttering, she left the shade of the awning and continued her search. She had no idea how long she had been walking, but her feet were starting to hurt and her legs were getting tired. “Papa!” she called, looking around her frantically. “Papa! Where are you?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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