The day started out as any other normal day...I was in the kitchen washing dishes..The sun was shining through the window warming my face...Lynn, my beautiful five year old daughter was in the living room. She was on the couch laying on her tummy coloring...Thinking of her coloring brings a smile to my face. She loves the color red. I had to buy several boxes of crayons just so she would not run out of the red ones. The fridge was filled with red colored papers. Those little things seem to always pierce the mind. Small things are always the biggest in one's memories.1
As I continued to wash my dishes a knock at the door made me stop so I reached for the towel to dry my hands...I heard Lynn open the door.....I wasn't really concerned about her answering the door on her own...She always got a visit from her grandparents almost everyday. But this time I felt something different in the air. As I walked into the living room I saw the open door. I Glanced over at the couch. There lay Lynn's coloring book and crayons. I had felt time slow to an almost stop. My heart increased in beats and even though I was walking it seemed to be down a mile long hallway to reach my destination. "She's just outside with her grandfather"..I thought...but as I opened the screen door the sun did not shine upon her for she was not in my sight. There on the porch lay a red crayon. I reached down to pick it up, still warm from her hand.... "Lynn!!!" I screamed. Time at that point had caught up to me... I ran around my home screaming her name "LYNN!" . My tears accompanied every scream. The neighbors then started to realize what was going on. "Someone help me!" shouting to the top of my lungs. I barely heard them say they had called the police over my screams. She was gone in the blink of an eye, the pain I felt was a physical pain within my chest, deep and sharp. The pain was so great I fell to the ground...There upon my knees I pleaded to the Lord, "Help Me!,Please don't let anything happen to my little girl."2
Before I knew it I was being helped up from my kneeling position on the ground by an officer! Things became a blur at that point. The questions, the people around me. I had to explain what my daughter looked like, my beautiful little girl, yet all I could see was her eyes searching for me...That day seemed to never stop. But by nightfall everyone was gone out of my house except for my parents who were there to watch over me...but I wasn't the one who needed watching over, my baby girl needed that.3
A month passed, and I was still reliving that day over and over again. I Still held onto that red crayon she had dropped. I never put it down. I kept thinking of all the things we did together. Hearing her voice, No more smiles or tears to wipe away...I still held on to that bit of hope like I did the crayon... 4
I jumped as someone started banging on the door and Lynn's red crayon fell on the floor and broke into two pieces.....my steps became heavy as outside the window I saw a police car, My heart had dropped, and as I did everyday I cried a river of tears, Opening the door I saw the cop with a folder, He handed it to me..."I need you to take a look at these pictures to identify the little girl in them" he explained...My hands shook....but to my surprise the pictures were not what I expected instead it was a little girl wrapped into a blanket in a police station...My baby girl was alive... with weak words I spoke "That's my angel, its Lynn"5
At that point of confirming that it was her the officer walked over to the car and opened the door....She jumped out and ran to me and with a warm embrace. I held onto her weeping and thanking God for keeping her safe. She glanced at me and then over onto the floor were her red crayon lay broke....reaching into her pocket she said "Mommy that's okay I have another red crayon"6
Author notes
I have 2 children...A 5 year old girl and and 2 year old boy...It would devastate me to lose them! Choice 8
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Beautiful. I was so scared for little Lynn... I was sure that she would see her Mommy again, but I was also scared that she wouldn't. I kind of know what you are going through... I just had a miscarriage and I feel terreble. I just want to die for not being safer. Great story and keep up the great work.
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This is a very great write... I would hate for this to really happen to anyone though... I dont have any children but
I want to and to think I would never want them to play outside alone or answer the door or the phone.... I would be too scared that I would lose my little baby
great job
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Joyus -
My baby sister is 4 and if something happened to her i would be heartbroken. Reading this was chilling. I think you could have drawn this out and made it soooo chilling, but delving into the mind of a sociopath and what they do to children isn't something most people can do, let alone a mother. This was brilliant
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Wow, I really liked this. It was great. GOod job. Thanks for entering. Good luck!
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This is really a very excellent story, it just saddens hearts to hear of things like this still happen, and so much so, that many of them are snatched and never seen again. Glad to have come by to read this, it brings out that message strongly, and so well written as well with a wonderful ending.
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Whoa, that sent chills down my spine. I have a baby sister that I love ddeply and I would hate for me to lose her. I know it isn't the same but it would still hurt deeply. It was so sad but at least you made it a happy ending.
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AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This story is so beautiful!! It's amazing how you captured every detail of the story so precisely. Such suspense as well. Especially when you dropped the crayon and it broke into two pieces, right there I connected the broken crayon to the death of Lynn, but that wasn't the case. You ended such a sad story with a little punch of child humor. I love it! But in reality not every story ends with a little joke, and it's sad that things like this actually do happen, and their isn't that other crayon left in the box to continue life. Wonderful story, excellent imagery and symbols I absolutely loved it!!! -
Very nice, the choice of words was powerful "Those little things always peirce the mind" Very good story. Araina Rose, It is just a story, she is my wife I can atest to that. Her daughter is perfectly fine.
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wow IVYGIRL! GREAT STORY!
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Wow, I can't imagine going through something like that. It's really sad because things like this happen everyday, usually with much more disastrous results. I'm glad you made this have a happy ending, but I'm still left curious. Who took the little girl? Why? Great write, you definitely have talent.
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