I’m back! After 3.5 weeks in Scandinavia, I’m home and finally catching up on blogging, writing, reading, and laundry. Not in that order. It was an incredible adventure and I will be writing about it, over the next few weeks. So, if you’re interested in Iceland, Denmark, Stockholm, Vikings, Game of Thrones, or good rye bread, tune in. The Iceland posts are up already, but there’s so much to share! In the meantime, I am leaving next Wednesday for BlogHer 2014 in San Jose, CA. If any of you are attending, please let me know; it would be so great to meet in person!
Speaking of meet and greets, I was very fortunate to meet fellow Fictioneer Björn Rudberg, while we were in Stockholm. He’s a busy guy, and I was thrilled when he and his wonderful partner, Charlotta, had some time to spare, on our last day in the city. We met for lunch, and while it was much too short, our time was a relaxed and lovely way to end my trip! My son and I both really enjoyed meeting them, and I hope we will have a chance to do it again one day.
Now, back to reality. Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the multi-talented, and all-around good egg, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week she presents a photo prompt, on her blog Addicted to Purple, and participants are encouraged to write a 100-word story; to visit the other stories and share feedback, and to do your best work. Visit her blog to read the other stories in this series, or join in the fun. This week’s photo comes from Adam Ickes’ hysterical photo. I always welcome feedback that is positive or constructive; please leave a comment and let me know you were here.
Missing (100 words, exactly)
“It doesn’t make any sense Sargent. It’s like they just evaporated!”
Detective Bill Jeffers held the thick file and scowled.
The case had consumed him for three years, but he was no closer to solving it than the day they’d found the Pryor’s deserted house– keys, wallets and cell phones sitting on the counter, but no sign of the young family.
“His business invoices suggest things were not going well, and a month earlier Jennie Pryor reported that someone rammed her car and fled.”
“But Tim Pryor vanished too, Jeffers. Face it, these folks didn’t sneak off for alone time.”
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Note: This story was inspired by two recent stories in the news, of families who disappeared without a trace, and with little information. The first case, a CA family in 2010, was solved last year, when (sadly) the bodies of the parents and two young children were found in shallow graves. The second story, of an Alaskan family, is still unfolding. In both cases, the adults and young children disappeared suddenly, and left few clues. My story sprung from reading those headlines… I’ve borrowed from the photo, but decided to be a bit more obtuse. Thanks for reading!
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