Another sinister short story, I’m a fan of angst and not entirely capable of writing happy stories. This short story was created to embody several qualities of short stories, qualities shared by writers such as Edgar Allen Poe and Margaret Atwood.
Forever is a Dark Concept
Lilly skipped down the sidewalk with her fluffy teddy bear in hand. She wiggled her tongue, trying her hardest to catch some snowflakes. School closed for the impeding snowstorm later in the day and her mom promised Lilly that she could walk the two block distance from her elementary school to her house all by herself. She lived with her parents in a “snobbier” area of New York City as some of the other mean kids would say. She ignored them most of the time. She waved happily to one of her friends from class and watched her walk hand in hand with both her parents only a little jealous that both of her parents could walk her home in the flurries. If she squinted her eyes, she could see her mom waiting in front of her house. She wondered if her mom remembered the cup of hot chocolate with four big marshmallows, she told her before she kissed her nose this morning that it would be waiting for her on the counter when she got home. She moved faster towards her mom when a strong pair of arms grabbed her small frame. His calloused hand barely muffled the young girl’s shrieks. He carelessly tossed her into the dark van ignoring the mother’s frantic screams and her shaky fingers dialing 911.
The seven year old spent two days locked in a closet before she was found. For forty-eight hours, Lilly went in and out of consciousness holding her teddy bear to her chest. She swallowed the small cup of water given to her by him and forced the crackers down her throat. Silent tears streamed down her face when he carried her out of the room. She mumbled, “Please let me go home,” until he hit her across the face.
Seventy hours after the kidnapping the police found her. It was too late. Her mother sobbed into her father’s chest, he barely kept it together. Her father listened closely as the detective on the case apologized several times. The only question on her mother’s lips was “why?” Three years earlier a girl the same age as Lilly died in a car accident. Her father couldn’t deal with the loss of his little girl. The dead girl’s father spent six months in a psychiatric ward before returning home to his alcohol and thoughts of his missing child. Somewhere along the way he began searching for his daughter, the detectives weren’t clear on whether the treatment or the alcohol or the loss of his daughter caused him to go into denial. He watched Lilly as she walked to school with her mother or father each morning. He sat on the bench across from her school and stared as she played with her friends at recess. The detectives didn’t know that his last words to Lilly were spoken softly in her ear as he wiped away her tears, “We will be together forever soon.” The parent’s wouldn’t know about the pictures of their daughter pasted all over the dead man’s walls or how the teddy bear was soaked in blood.