Vanished

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All that was left as a reminder was his shoe.

Ana

I couldn’t believe it. I had averted my eyes for just a few minutes. And he was gone. Vanished. Disappeared. A toddler of three could not get out of his pram and run away that quickly. There was only one explanation — my baby boy had been kidnapped!

Darren

She was hysterical over the phone. But that did not abate my anger. Or my fear. Our baby boy was out there. Probably being hurt by a stranger — I didn’t want to think about what could have happened. The stuff you read these days in the papers. I knew she was not in a fit mental state to look after him — I should have listened to everyone who suggested getting a nanny.

Ana

I could tell by Darren’s voice that he blamed me. He didn’t have to say the words out loud. He thought I was unfit. That the black dog had resulted in our baby’s disappearance. The police seem to think that too — I could tell by the questions they asked. Blame the mother. Blame her mental health. Well, they didn’t have to say much. My own mind was doing a good job. Blaming me. For turning my head for a few seconds to talk to the friendly woman I met each day.

Darren

I saw her huddled in a shaking mess talking to the police. There were sniffer dogs looking for our baby. I guess I had been hoping against hope that it was all unreal. That when I finally got here, he would come tottering into my arms like he did when I got home each day. With a single toothed grin and the stammer of “daahdee”. But it hit me. Seeing his empty pram beside the tree as the police checked for fingerprints. Where could he have gone?

Ana

Every time the phone rang we rushed to it. With hope. Only to have it dashed. It was usually a friend or relative. Not knowing what to say but saying it anyway. Nothing helped. Nothing at all. After all, what could they say to someone who lost their child? What could they say when they were all probably thinking the same thing — what a bad mother!

Darren

The police found nothing. It was like he had vanished without a trace. Actually, scratch that. They found his shoe. But that was it. No other signs as to whether he had been taken. Or probably more far-fetched, wandered off on his own. How could a three year old wander off alone in a crowded park without anyone noticing?

Isabel

I knew she wasn’t a fit mother. She would always stare off into space or occasionally talk to others at the park while her supposedly precious baby just sat there in his pram. What kind of mother does that? No. Mothers should be like mine. Who know just how much I want a baby. Enough to distract a stupid woman for a few minutes.

Well, he will have a better life now. With me.

***Linking with Write Tribe’s Weekly Wednesday Prompt***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

18 Comments

  1. Pinky Poinker

    January 19, 2014 at 8:30 am

    Oooh! I loved that twist at the end!

    1. Psych Babbler

      January 19, 2014 at 8:33 am

      Welcome here Pinky! And thank you… 🙂

  2. Mi

    January 19, 2014 at 4:13 pm

    Jeeez… Goosebumps! That was a good one, PB! Loved it!
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 22, 2014 at 7:57 pm

      Thanks Mi! Glad you enjoyed it…I’m still working on my short story writing skills…

  3. nabanita

    January 19, 2014 at 4:39 pm

    Ohh the twist! Loved it 🙂
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  4. vishalbheeroo

    January 19, 2014 at 6:19 pm

    Amazing stories with a twist. Love the episodes.What a read:)
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 22, 2014 at 7:59 pm

      Thanks Vishal! I’m still working on my short story writing skills so I’m glad it turned out ok… 🙂

  5. Payal Agarwal

    January 20, 2014 at 2:53 am

    I loved the twist in the tale..!
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  6. sitara nair

    January 20, 2014 at 3:07 am

    wow!!!!loved the way you ended it.

    1. Psych Babbler

      January 22, 2014 at 8:00 pm

      Welcome here Sitara! And Thank you… 🙂

  7. S(t)ri

    January 21, 2014 at 2:32 pm

    That was so beautiful story. The climax was just so well scripted. Nailed it!
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 22, 2014 at 8:01 pm

      Thanks S(t)ri! That means a lot as I’m still working on my short story writing… 🙂

  8. TTS

    January 21, 2014 at 6:27 pm

    Oh wow….twisted. good one!
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 22, 2014 at 8:03 pm

      Thanks TTS! Wonder what it says about my head… 😛

  9. Kathy

    January 28, 2014 at 10:52 am

    WOW, I love the way this flowed and the format you took. Love the twist at the end. You seriously rocked this challenge. This was a great story and every parents deepest darkest fear. Brilliant.
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    1. Psych Babbler

      January 28, 2014 at 8:24 pm

      Thanks Kathy! Really appreciate the lovely comment…

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