The Missing
Eliza Victoria
There were only six of them in the group, but several times during the trip in Thailand, Harold would think that they were missing one person.
During dinner he would catch himself saying, Let’s wait for—and then realize that there was no one left to wait for, as he counted his seated friends already digging into
grilled fish and steamed rice at the sidewalk stall. One two three four five six. Inside Platinum Mall, as they made their way through hordes of fellow tourists buying scarves and cheap
shoes, the sudden bursts of Filipino words (Mahal, Ang ganda o, Tawaran mo pa) causing both confusion and delight, one of his friends said, Meet you downstairs at closing time? and Harold
very nearly said, Okay, but we should tell—
One two three four five six.
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