Many thanks to you all. I’m still trying to get back into any kind of a routine so that I can be fair and give you all responses on your writing as well. 💖 I always appreciate the time you give me. And, as always, many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
Mirror Images
When you’re nine you don’t think anything about a policeman asking you about a van. “That’s Uncle Dan’s.” Because everyone knows he drives a junker.
You and your friends play on the swings, the jungle gym, not knowing what happened two towns over to three little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls.
Your blonde hair glows like a halo, your smile so innocent, your laugh joyous.
With your grandmother you sing, “Top of the World” by the Carpenters. You like the way her eyes lift toward the skies where you hope heaven is.
It’s in darkness your nightmares come.
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Excellent, Sascha. Full of understated horror
Many thanks, Neil! 🙂
Excellent, Sascha, rminded me of a favourite Everything But the Girl song, Ugly Little Dreams, not so much the content but the sentiment:
I bet you rue the day
The angels gave you your share
Of bright cornflower blue eyes
And golden hair
Yeah, sometimes being pretty doesn’t work out so well. Thanks so much, Michael! 🙂
Deliciously dark indeed, but subtle.
Thank you, Paul! 🙂
My pleasure 🙂
Dear Sascha,
That last line sent chills down my back. So well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much, Rochelle! 🙂
I agree with Rochelle. Well told
Thank you, Michael! 🙂
The horror behind what is not said is worse than any description could be. Bone-chilling.
Thank you so much. 🙂
My kids call these “pedo vans”…
I have evidently heard this. 😉
You have! 😀
It’s what isn’t said that makes your story so chilling. Excellent writing.
Thanks so much, Lisa! 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂