Disappeared 7

Six Sentence Stories

Underneath the Weeping Willow, Eloise drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around her legs in an attempt to make herself small and invisible, a ghost that the twins would never be able to find; her birthday was coming up and she just wanted some peace.  

She and her brother, Andrew, had always played together under this tree, especially after their father had mysteriously disappeared the week before her fifth birthday.

Eloise now regretted having sent Andrew on that dare to the haunted mansion with a wonky flashlight, three matches, and a bogus map; life imprisoned with the twins had made her bitter and sad, Mom always at work at the hospital during the pandemic, school strictly online, leaving her and Andrew in charge of the two girls.

Except that lately, Andrew had been locking and barring himself in his attic room, and she missed both his company and his help wrangling the twins. She’d “intercepted” his letter from the out-of-state college that was offering him a free ride (tuition, room and board, and a decent stipend); he was planning on leaving her behind!

Dropping her head on her knees, Eloise balled her fists as the branches of the tree began to thrash, their leaves hissing warning, and two near-demonic giggles rose in volume and pitch.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “TREE”, and here’s where you join the party:  Six Sentence Stories  

21 thoughts on “Disappeared 7

  1. Poor Eloise! Mostly, lol. I can’t believe she hid Andrew’s letter of acceptance but pain and fear will drive people to do awful things sometimes.
    Not so sure she should be sitting that close to the tree 🤔

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  2. “…on that dare to the haunted mansion with a wonky flashlight, three matches, and a bogus map;

    A big part of what I enjoy about this ‘hop is seeing writing that encourages me. Not sure if there’s a cool term in rhetoric for the cited phrase, but love how well it works.
    Good installment in your serial!

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  3. And they say childhood is the happiest time of a person’s life. Eloise’s anguish seeps right through in this story, Liz. Although, like most children, she isn’t lily-white herself. You tell it like it is. Great.

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