Blogging Friends.... Now, this was quite an interesting fictional
book to write!! See. I wrote the original version around age 18 years old with
a pencil and blank white sheets of paper. But then I mislocated it!! Whoops. As
I wrote this version, I was blown away about how many details that I remembered!! Which,
naturally, I felt compelled to change!! Writing this version of it, oddly, felt
as though I was making a Hollywood film that was based on an author's memoir. I
kept its original story, but I also added emotions, twain characters, details
which were otherwise vague, and I changed everybody's names!! Love you later.
Sorry for posting this one day late. I promise. This posting my
books one day late will not become a bad habit!!
Note. For parents who read my fictional stories to their kids.
This is not a children's book!! Why? Because its subject, as you will soon
learn, isn't, in any way, shape, or form, age-appropriate.
"Creating
beautiful mosaic artwork" with the broken, shattered pieces of my lifelong
dream to be an author....
"Safe And Sound"
Bradbury was in close proximity to his milk chocolate-skinned black-haired
brown-eyed five-year old niece, Helenore. When he was not preoccupied with serving
as a policeman, Uncle Bradbury would relax while watching Disney movies like Cinderella, Toy Story, or Frozen
alongside her. This has come to be expected!! Nearly every evening, as soon as
Bradbury's shift ends, he drives toward the home of his sister, Lauralie, a
single Mom, happily greets Helenore, and microwaves some salty buttery popcorn.
Then their "movie night" begins!! Uncle Bradbury even has every
single word of "Let It Go" memorized!!
"Okay," Bradbury always says, "The popcorn is
ready!! What are we watching tonight?"
And, being Uncle Bradbury's Little Princess, Helenore always picks
out the movie!! He would do anything for that little girl. Anything.
But one dark gloomy rainy night, Helenore mysteriously and silently disappeared
from her home. She had been kidnapped. Helenore did not kick and scream in
protest. There was no ransom note left behind. She was gone. Gone. When Lauralie walked into Helenore's
pink-painted room the following morning, she saw her little girl's empty bed.
Then there was screaming, grief-stricken sobbing, panic, adrenaline-producing
anxiety, and heartbreak that can only come from a loving Mother.
"Oh my gosh!!" Lauralie wailed, "Helenore? Where are
you?! Helenore!! Oh.... My.... Gosh.... Helenore!!"
Being a policeman's sister can teach you some things. She knew full
well that time was the essence. So Lauralie immediately composed herself.
Because she had to. Lauralie wiped away fresh wet tears from her cheeks and called
the police. Strong emotions set aside, all she wanted, of course, was to find Helenore.
Safe and sound. Wherever she may be. Bradbury was on duty when his police department
received word that Helenore had been kidnapped.
"We have a report on a house break-in and a missing children's case,"
said Harrison, "The address is 7777 S.E. Schilling Street. She's female.
Age five. She's 50 pounds, and 40 inches tall. This little girl is an
African-American. Her name's Helenore."
Her name's
Helenore. Upon hearing those very words, Bradbury's heart literally stopped for
several rapid seconds within his chest. Then it skipped a few times. Finally,
Bradbury's heart raced, as panic and worry soared freely through his mind. He
looked at Helenore's "Missing" file photograph. Her milk
chocolate-skinned black-haired brown-eyed angelic face smiled happily back at
him. Like she did not have a care in the world. Bradbury fought back tears. He
then felt his heart shatter into a billion tiny pieces.
"Oh my word...." exclaimed Bradbury, "No, not Helenore!!
She's my niece!! Helenore is a missing children's case?! Helenore?! How can this be?!"
But Bradbury immediately composed himself. Because he had to. He had to. Strong emotions set aside,
all Bradbury wanted, of course, was to find Helenore. Safe and sound. Wherever
she may be.
Helenore's kidnapping case was quickly underway. And feeling
determined now, Bradbury, of all people, would be chosen to move this
investigation forward. Local news stations everywhere covered the kidnapping
case, keeping audiences at home frequently updated. Which Lauralie watched
religiously, alongside her best friend, Emma, as fresh wet tears constantly streamed
down both their faces. But frustratingly, there were many questions left unanswered.
Only mere suspicions. A few clues and very little evidence. No kidnappers were
arrested. And there was absolute zero traces of Helenore. This left Bradbury feeling
somewhat discouraged.
"I do not understand," he began, "Usually in missing
children's cases, there are at least a few more questions answered. I mean, clues
and evidence contribute to that process!! I just do not understand. Where are
you, Helenore?"
"I agree, it does seem strange," said Bradbury's partner,
Carter.
"But we will find Helenore," said Bradbury. Strong
determination was in his voice. "We will. Because I have to."
But Carter just stood there, a doubtful expression written on his
face. He did not say anything, though, for Bradbury's sake. See, time was swiftly
passing everybody by. Days had turned into weeks. Search and rescue workers repeatedly
looked at the few suspected locations, but made no new discoveries. {This of course
included Lauralie's loving home, because they had to rule everything out.} Sadly,
it was looking less and less likely that Helenore would be found at all, much
less alive. As a matter of fact. The time had come to quit on this
investigation. Forever. Which everybody, except the eternally optimistic
Bradbury, had come to believe.
"You know," Harrison told Carter, "Somebody has to
tell Bradbury the truth. Every day we lose more and more hope for positive
outcomes in this missing children's case. Somebody has to tell Bradbury."
"I know, I know," Carter, who is sensitive, replied,
"But how?! Helenore's his niece, dude!! To him this is not just any
'missing children's case'. It's very, very, very
personal. I could not tell him!!"
Harrison, ever arrogant, who outranks both Bradbury and Carter, just rolled
his eyes.
"Okay, okay!!" he finally decided, "I will tell
Bradbury. Carter? You have just given a brand new definition to the term 'cop out'!!"
And that was exactly what Harrison did. Being forthright as usual,
he told Bradbury the truth.
"She has been a missing child long enough," Harrison
began, "Everybody is finished looking for her. Police. Search and rescue
workers. Their canines, even. She will no longer be covered on local news
stations. It is time to give up!! She's not coming back, Bradbury. And chances
are grim that Helenore is dead. You need to let it go!!"
"No!!" protested Bradbury, "I cannot 'let it go'!!
She is my niece!! She's my sister's
little girl!! It is because of Helenore that I have the lyrics to 'Let
It Go' from Frozen memorized!! And
face it. How many police officers can say that?! She is not dead!! And we are
going to find her!!"
Harrison, never a man of patience, was at this point becoming
exasperated with his partner.
"Bradbury, listen to yourself!!" he shouted, "You are
obsessed!! Obsessed, I say!! Does
this specific missing children's case only mean so much to you because Helenore
is your niece?! Really?! Would you be this stubborn and pigheaded if she were
somebody else's kid? Huh?! You cannot allow your personal life to collide with
your police career!!"
"Every missing children's case is important!!" Bradbury snapped, "They
are not just photographs on flyers!! They're kids!! And mark my word, Harrison.
I am going to find Helenore!! I am!! Safe
and sound!!"
So Bradbury took a leave of absence from the police department. And
he set off on an isolated adventure to find his niece. Bradbury researched. He
observed everything. Bradbury looked for evidence. He drove from place to place
and showed strangers Helenore's photograph. Bradbury asked people if they have
seen her. He did whatever it took when others quit on the investigation. Whatever it took.
Because. Bradbury knew very well that inside Lauralie's home, she
was grieving the loss of her little girl. And wrestling with so many unknowns.
For Helenore was missing. Missing.
And, sans a body, Lauralie had no idea where she even was. There would not be any
closure to all of her strong emotions. Ever. And the kidnappers were still on
the loose. Whoever they might be. Bradbury knew very well that Lauralie's best
friend, Emma, a single woman, had moved in with her so that she can feel safe
and comforted. Permanently. Bradbury knew very well that his sister had been
fired from her job because she could no longer focus.
"Oh, Emma," wept Lauralie, "Will Helenore ever be
found alive? It has been so long since her disappearance!! What if, body or no
body, she is gone for the rest of my life? Oh, I could not deal with that!!"
"There, there," consoled Emma, "Helenore is
absolutely fine!! I can feel it deep within my heart and soul!! Don't lose
hope. Not now or ever!!"
Just then, the front doorbell rang. Lauralie jumped. Emma stood up
from the red couch where she was sitting with her best friend and opened their
door. Then she squealed with delight!! Because on the other side of that door was
Bradbury!! Standing side-by-side with Helenore!! She was alive, well, and
grinning her killer smile!!
"Lauralie!!" Emma happily screamed, "It's.... It's....
It's.... It's Helenore!! And Bradbury!! He has brought her home!! Safe and
sound!!"
"Wait. What?!" exclaimed Lauralie, "Helenore!! My
baby!! Come here and hug your Mommy!!"
As Helenore ran toward her Mom's warm embrace, Lauralie mouthed
"Thank-you so much!!" to Bradbury.
All's well that ends well!! Bradbury put his police officer skills to
work and arrested the kidnapper!! It was a "family" affair, this
missing children's case. In more ways than one. See, the kidnapper was
Lauralie's estranged ex-husband and Helenore's father, Cain. Which nobody ever
saw coming. As resulted, Cain was sentenced to prison then written a
restraining order against his ex-wife and daughter!! After several job searches,
Lauralie found work again!! And that very evening, Uncle Bradbury microwaved some
salty buttery popcorn, participated in "movie night", then watched Mulan with Helenore!!
Good on Bradbury and his obsession sure paid off with a happy ending to a nightmare.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful Wednesday.
Best wishes Molly
Molly....
DeleteThank-you for the comment, Friend!!
"Good on Bradbury and his obsession sure paid off with a happy ending to a nightmare." You know what? I made a very important self-discovery while writing this book. I am totally incapable of giving my stories tragic endings!! Some authors can, but not me....!! ;op