Gemma did not want to show that she was afraid, particularly of the flock of black-haired children talking among themselves and laughing.
She just wanted to find her parents again.
It felt like she had walked all day when she reached the waterfront. That was the right direction, but turn right or left?
One of the local children approached her, a fruit in an outstretched hand, as if she were a shy animal. She was hungry...
While she was distracted, one of the other children snuck up on her and tousled her red brown hair.
She ran off shrieking.