Yesterday I couldn’t think of anything. I”m working on a major art project and getting ready for a trip and generally distracted.
I’m trying to have a career of making things (stories and art) and I still don’t know how to pull that off.
Anyway, I wrote something for day 24. Thank goodness this month is almost over! Thanks for reading.
Hannah’s father couldn’t sleep. He wandered through the house in dark unsure what to do. He wasn’t used to sleeplessness.
Television didn’t interest him at that hour. The book he’d been reading failed to hold his attention. He walked in circles around the living room. A school photo of his daughter caught his eye. She worried him every day.
Children always looked sweet and innocent in their sleep. He stared down the hallway. He’d like to see Hannah as his little girl again. Maybe if he peeked in on her, he’d remember how she used to be.
Stepping quietly, he made his way down the hall. Her bedroom door opened without a sound. He stood in the doorway and tried to see his daughter sleeping in her childhood bed. But it was too dark.
He stepped into the room. He squinted. It almost seemed as if the bed were empty, but that couldn’t be right. He stepped closer, wishing he could turn on a light. He’d be embarrassed though if she found him checking in on her.
It really did seem as if her bed were empty. He strained to listen. The room was quiet. Quiet as if no one else were in the room. He leaned forward and closed his eyes expecting to hear her breathing.
He walked over to the bed not ready to believe the bed was vacant. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out. He felt the blanket and the sheet. He felt the flat emptiness of the bed. “Hannah?”
He waited. “Hannah?” he said louder this time.
He turned on the bedside lamp. His daughter was gone.
His mind raced to understand. She was a teen. He’d snuck too as a teen. But where would she go? She had no boyfriend. He frowned. He thought she didn’t have a boyfriend, but of course she could be keeping some rogue a secret. His stomach twisted. How often did she sneak out for a secret life? What did she get up to? He didn’t like his thoughts.
He hurried out of the room. He could tell his wife, but he thought the better of it. He grabbed his car keys. He find his child on his own. He knew where his search should start.