“Hey, Chuck, I’m sure we can find some wire cutters in my granddad’s tool shed. We only need the wire cutters, a candle, and two hairpins, If we hurry I think we can get back in time to win this scavanger hunt. Twenty bucks to the winner.”
Chuck and Cherry made a quick dash to the shed, opened the door, and gasped with surprise. There was a four year old girl bound and gagged sitting in the corner.
Then they remembered hearing an Amber Alert on the radio as they drove over.
“Maybe we were directed here for this very need.”
“Whatever! I’m glad we found her.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
Thanks, Rochelle and David, for this challenging event. Write a one hundred word story sparked by the picture prompt. More stories of this type can be found by visiting Rochelle at 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...
Sweet aroma 
Um, I have questions for granddad, though…
Cool story! 🙂
I’m glad you are giving thoughtful consideration to my story. I might dig a little deeper into this question in a future post. If so, I hope you will be with me. Just how much does God dictate what happens in the face of evil?
Wait–how did she get there? Who tied her and gagged her? She’s so she should be able to give them some helpful information.
I dare say their scavenger hunt was ended. No twenty-dollar prize!