It was a day that the great-grandmother and the mother of the little girl would never forget. How does a child just disappear from home without a trace?
The house sat on a quiet street in a small Mississippi town. The three bed residence was home to a great-grandmother, a mother and a 4 year old child. The great-grandmother was the little girl's daily caregiver while the mother worked. Since the child had a way of playing hide and seek, Sarah did not think it strange when she first called her great-grand-daughter and received no answer - until the third time that she called and still no answer. A chill went up her spine and she moved quickly through the house, looking in every room. She looked outside and opened the door and went outside, calling the child's name as she went. Her voice became shriller with every call, and her heart beat faster in her chest.
The next door neighbors heard her calls and joined in looking for the little girl. The family's pastor stopped by and helped by going door to door asking if anyone had seen the three year old. The great-grandmother did the thing that she dreaded doing: she picked up the phone and told the mother that she needed to come home because the baby was missing. The mother sped home as quickly as she could, and with tires squealing in the driveway, threw open the door and ran inside to face worried faces. She couldn't sit down. The mother needed information.
Just as the mother was about to abandon herself to total worry, she noticed what appeared to be a puff of air under a bed skirt in the bedroom at the back of the house. With all the doors open, the mother could see the end of the bed in that room, and it just seemed peculiar to her that any breeze would make that bedskirt move. She turned slowly and walked toward the bedroom, moving as quietly as possible. Lifting up the bedskirt, she was confronted by a pair of big eyes -and her brand new Kindle.
Holding out her hand to the child, she enticed her to come out from under the bed. Kindle in tow, they went into the other room, where the mother presented the quiet child to her great-grandmother. Because they were so happy to see her, she didn't get a spanking. She just got a good bath and a story read to her from one of the many e-books that the mother had loaded onto the Kindle.
Even children know that Kindle is a great way to read. My inner child would love a Kindle. How about yours? What do you say #SquareTrade?
The story is partially true - the little girl was me, and if Kindles had been around when I was that age, the whole thing would have definitely happened. - @contestgrl
Debra, you are a very good writer! For a moment I had thought this was real, and it's a case similar to the "balloon boy", where's the kid?? You really had me going there for a while ;-)
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Debra, you are a great writer! For a moment I had really thought this was a true story, similar to the case of the "balloon boy"; where the heck is the kid?? You really had me going there for a while, LOL!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good writing, I enjoy reading 'em!
Glad you liked it. With the exception of the Kindle, the story was true. We'll just say that when I was a little girl, I was a handful. My mother told me this story - and there are lots more.
ReplyDeleteIn that case, I like how you've combined a real life experience with fiction (and a piece of high tech gear too, lol). I was almost expecting a sad story & was about to get my kleenex out, but glad it had a happy & surprised ending!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliment. If Kindles had existed, I would have loved to had one then. I would have figured it out - or knowing me, dismantled it. I was good at taking things apart.
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