“Excuse me,” the old man standing at the door of the second hand shop said to the sales clerk inside the store. “Have you seen my granddaughter?”
“What’s her name?” the woman asked.
“Isabel,” he said, “but she goes by Izzy. She works at a place that sells second hand goods.”
“I’m sorry,” the woman said, “no one by that name works here. Maybe she works at the Goodwill store about three blocks east of here.”
“Right,” the old man said. “She did mention Goodwill, but I thought she was talking about a guy named Will who worked with her.”
(100 words)
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: John Nixon.
This, That, and the Other 
I guess the old man will have to keep hunting for good Will and his granddaughter.
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Exactly!
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LOL Sounds like me 😊
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cute story, Fandango.
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Thanks, Li.
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You’re welcome.
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Sweetness.
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