Disappeared 5

Six Sentence Stories

Apparently, freedom and finding a place of his own and away from the family after he graduated high school was not in the cards for Andrew; he wasn’t able to land a high-enough paying job to rent a single apartment or even a room in a elderly widow’s basement, he had no friends to go in together on housing because he had no friends, nor did he have funds for school.

He was stuck living with Eloise, the terrible twins Chuckie and Ducks, and his mother, who was having financial difficulties of her own.

The only saving grace was that, as the only male in their house, he didn’t have to share a bedroom; he cherished his small attic room, three and a half stories up, with the lockable door, the deadbolt he’d installed, and the hardwood board he dropped across the brackets on either side of the door every night, as an additional measure for privacy…and safety.

In the early days, before Stepdad and the twins, he and Eloise had been inseparable, best friends finishing each others’ sentences, sharing snacks, and having the other’s back when trouble came knocking, and then running, as the two sent any and all malicious miscreants on their way. 

His real father had been a quiet man, a folkloric historian and environmentalist, with a warm and quirky sense of humor, and the family had been a happy, harmonious home, before the man’s sudden disappearance the week before Eloise’s fifth birthday.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)

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31 thoughts on “Disappeared 5

  1. Now another mysterious disappearance… hmmm.
    My mind is putting the pieces of this jigsaw together, Liz, but I don’t think they’re all from the same puzzle! Maybe there’s more than one…

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  2. tone and mood set much?
    loved the details, it achieves the magic we all hope for in our stories, just enough description of a place or a time to trigger a part of our minds, “I know a place like that!

    awaiting the next installment

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  3. I had to refresh last week’s 6 to remember what was going on. It seems one can’t get away from family.
    I tried after after graduating from college but was still tied to the purse strings. 😦
    My two kids tried and I was more than glad to snip the strings. 😉

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