NaNoWriMo…just a bit

Lindsey slipped an arm through Kate’s, then said with a huge smile, “I have something in my van that you need to see.”  Kate walked beside her, trying to guess whether they had acquired a new pup. Knowing Lindsey’s penchant for taking in strays, it could any number of other animals, and being June…it might be a fawn. A fawn would be phenomenal. Kate turned her head. “Is it,” she began, as Lindsey threw the doors open. “Look,” said Lindsey.

The fifteen passenger van was dark and cool. As her eyes adjusted, Kate saw. No pup. No fawn. Two very small children, undernourished and frightened. “Hi,” Kate waved quietly. The girl waved back, but the boy was very still. Kate heard a man’s deep voice behind her. “That’s your daughter.” She whirled around. No one was there.


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Posted on November 7, 2014, in Fiction and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. I am having “casey-withdrawal” symptoms. I want to read it all! You write beautifully with an economy of words. Trust it is going well. 🙂

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    • Thanks so much! 🙂 I will try to post something on Monday; I’m supposed to try to write double today what I normally write (why I can’t ignore a challenge, I don’t know…). If you’ve seen the Kayak commercial about searching until your fingers fall off (it’s really funny; if you haven’t, it might be online), that’s sort of how I feel. 🙂

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  2. When is the next part

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