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Fine, thanks. She crept down the stairs in the dark, seeking the boards that did not squeak. Her stomach roiled, a sour taste rose, coating her tongue. Eyes closed, her hand tracing the flocked wallpaper, her bare feet felt for the wood that signaled the lower floor. Turning right, her back against the wall, she scuttled forward until the wood changed to cold linoleum. She opened her eyes racing now for the door at the back corner of the kitchen. It opened easily, her body slipping through the thinnest crack. She took the three stairs in one leap, landing on all fours, pushing off like a sprinter, disappearing into the dark night. In the morning, when her sister came down alone, the father asked. A slight shrug was the only reply. At school, her absence was noted. A call to the home was not answered. It took 16 days before anyone contacted the family. The was in the fifth grade. It was her teacher that fussed. The police were sent to the house for a wellness check. The was not there. The father said she was out playing. The sister nodded. The father was a fireman, a widower, raising two girls on his own. A good man. A church deacon. Eventually, the town turned out to do a search of the woods. Nothing was found. On her way to her job at the A&P after school, five years later, the sister was waiting for the light to change at the corner of Oak and Main when a blue Volkswagen bug pulled up alongside her. She was saving for a car, a bug would be good. This one was cool because it had flowers painted on it. Smiling, she moved to cross the street but the car cut in front of her, stopped. She jumped back onto the curb, startled. No one was around, no one to help her. Her arms felt heavy. Her head started to buzz.  “Hey turtlehead.” She opened the door, climbed in. “What took you so long?” “Yeah, sorry.” The car moved slowly into the traffic, disappeared down the road. The manager from the A&P called the house, but no one answered. The school called too, but only once. The fireman always said she was doing fine, thanks. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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no one knows what happens inside a house. I remember when I was growing up, there was a family down the street and one night they all disappeared. three little kids. we all talked about why, but no one KNEW. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Yet again I'm brave enough to comment first. Still struggling - in a good way - to interpret your post, I'm confident that my interpretation is as valid as any other interpretation. I think this post is all about Herbie!  
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Especially when you see a family that just seems a bit too close mouthed. No one talks much to strangers, or anyone for that matter. Thankfully, people are more aware of these things than they used to be.
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This is so true no one ever knows what really goes on behind closed doors, very well stated thank you for sharing it with us.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Strange things do happen behind closed doors, but not always.  Vive La Difference
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Thanks, nice post my friend
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The "family secret" can sometimes be passed down several generations. A friend or visitor may recognize "something is not quite right here" but it is one of those things that is never mentioned out loud or mentioned at all in front of the family. As a concerned friend what is the correct course of action for you to take? Do you just ignore it and hope things are going to be alright but deep down you know it won't? Do you pay close attention to your surroundings in your neighborhood? Does the local 911 Center and Police Department recognize you as "Mrs Kravits" because you call them so much with your suspicions? Her neighbors, the Stevens' family had a deep secret that she witnessed from time to time. Alerting her husband to what she had seen and being accused of having a screw loose the secret was kept. BE OBSERVANT. SGTRocknuts
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<3 great read! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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She was doing fine. Thanx. The fireman was just guessing, but he was right. I think!
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What a cool looking car.. Most of them are only found down in CA. We still have a few up here in Canada. Story was awesome.. You never know what is happening behind close doors do you! hugssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Im fair to middling. I have a good chiropractor. He helps. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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