“Debbie, the phone’s for you,” I called at 10:45 last Wednesday morning. Those were my last words to her. I could hear her excited voice, then she called back to me, “Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back by two o’clock.” Those were her last words to me.
Whom did she meet? Where? Why? Unanswered questions. She had recently made new friends via the music scene. She had hinted that she met a man who was interested in buying some of her songs. Is that the reason she is gone?
Is she dead? Is she alive? Will I ever know?
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image from Rochelle’s blog
https://rochellewisoff.com/
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
A horrible situation to be in.
It surely would be, and sadly is is true far to often.
Plan to continue this?
No plans. I don’t write complex kinds of stuff. Generally I do have happy endings. But this time the picture just seemed to call out to me, “Owner left,” so that’s what I went for.
Interesting take on the picture. I hope she comes home and her mother hears her sing her songs again.
Those are always the hopes in real life. Sometimes it turns out all right. As for Debbie…I don’t know what happened to her. 😀
Oh the suspense! I hope she is alive. 🙂
I don’t know that we will ever know. Maybe I can find a clue in another picture prompt sometimes. Who knows? Problem is that I forget that I’m looking for her. 😀
LOL!
Chilling tale, Oneta. And the suspense! Now I know how others feel when I leave them hanging.
Oh, yes, Yinglan, I did it, didn’t I? You don’t leave me hanging as much as you used to.
I think I used to do that when I was reading serial fiction novels. These days, I don’t read those kinds of books anymore. So I think it might had something to do with that. But yes, you absolutely did it. 🙂
😀 Learning from the best of you!
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you have real talent, please keep these stories coming 🙂
I love the encouragement coming from your corner of the world – even if it a lone voice from there. Thanks, Kate.
hey others are slow to discover real treasure … what can I say, I struck gold 🙂
And I loving mining it!
lol you are sharp!
It’s the not knowing that is the killer… IT better be because she can’t reach her and not because she won’t…
Thank you for the comment, Dale. This would be very hard to deal with. Perhaps Debbie will show up again. Who knows? 😀
This shocked me at first. I did not realize it was fiction. I am used to your truth in reality postings. Was this a picture prompt for a writing exercise? Gripping beginning. Wow!
Just fiction as most of my writing is when I respond to prompts. Maybe I should put the prompt up front as some do. But it detracts from the storyline. I do try to have a lesson or “take-away” in most even if it is fiction.
Dear Oneta,
On tough place to be in. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
For me this was fiction, but for many it is too true.
This hist closer to home. Today some young women came by with a flier, looking for a friend of theirs who went missing in my neighborhood.
So sad in real life. Thanks for the comment, Alice.
She doesn’t know, we don’t know nor you I guess. It’s easy to think the worst.
Click to read my FriFic tale
I visited you. Enjoyed your story. I guess I know as much about Debbie as you do about your lead man! See if they ever show up again. 😋
The horror of never knowing what has happened to your child must be harrowing. I hope I never have to go through it.
Right. A child of any age. Thanks for your comment.
That’s awful, not knowing.
Yes, it is. But there is ray of hope. Thanks for the comment.
Every parent’s worst nightmare. Well written.
That is so true. That and traffic deaths! So needless. I went over to visit and left a follow on your blog.
My gosh! You’re on a toot here lately! What’s up with the way different posts?
I’ve been working on hard stuff. Just needed a breather. I love the challenges. They keep me refreshed. They also demand lots more reading because I like to see the “take” from other people. My theme hasn’t changed; I still hope to be a “sweet aroma” to the Lord. But maybe he needs a breather sometimes too. 😀
Very sad. There’s a great mystery to this piece which is intriguing too.
Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.