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Parts of a short story/ novel? that I have been struggling to find a direction for |
Operator: 911, what’s your emergency? Destiny: Well… I … have a boy. Operator: Is he requiring medical assistance? Destiny: Well, no… I don’t think so. Operator: What IS the emergency then? Destiny: Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with him. Operator: Perhaps you should call your local parents club group. Destiny: What?! Operator: Ma’am, if this is not an emergency you need to free up the lines for REAL emergencies. Destiny: But what am I supposed to do with him? Operator: I suggest you take care of him. *Click* Destiny: Hello? Hello?? Silence is returned. *Dialing* Receptionist: St. Christopher of the Heart, may I help you? Destiny: Yes, I have a child. Receptionist: How far apart are the contractions ma’am? Destiny: What?! Receptionist: Your contractions, how far apart are they? Destiny: I’m not HAVING a child, I HAVE a child! Receptionist: How long ago did you have the child, ma’am? Is the cord still attached? Destiny: Listen carefully… I … have… found…a…child. Receptionist: I see. Is he injured? Destiny: No! He’s not injured. I’m just trying to figure out what to do with him. Maybe find his parents! Receptionist: Have you called the police ma’am? Destiny: Of course I called the police! They did nothing! I thought maybe I should find his parents instead. Receptionist: Very well… his name? Destiny: Umm, I don’t know. He’s very young… two maybe three. Receptionist: Do you know his parents’ names? Destiny: No, I just thought maybe… they’d be there. Receptionist: Well, we’ve had no one admitted that is missing a child, that I’m aware of. Destiny: (Sigh) Very well, thank you. *Click* At a loss for anything else to do she calls 1-800-MISSING, the Center for Missing and Exploited Children. CMEC: Center for Missing and Exploited Children, may I help you? Destiny: Yes, I have a child. CMEC: How long have they been missing? Destiny: I don’t know, I just found him. CMEC: Oh wonderful! What’s his name so we can list him as ‘found’? Destiny: I don’t know his name. CMEC: Excuse me? Destiny: He’s not my child. CMEC: Well, how do you know he’s been missing? Did you see his photograph on a milk carton? Destiny: No! I just found him at my door. I don’t even know where he came from. CMEC: How old is he? Destiny: Two or three, I guess. CMEC: And he was just wandering around? Destiny: I don’t know. There was a crash, and the screams… and when I looked outside to see what had happened I saw nothing. No smoke, no cars, no people… nothing. Then I looked down and there he was, covered in dust, tears streaked down his face, staring up at me. CMEC: Did you call the police? Destiny: Of course I called the police!! What do you people think I am, an idiot? I just take small children into my home and call everyone EXCEPT the police?! CMEC: Well, no I… Destiny: I’m sorry. It’s just no one seems to be able to help me, or even seems concerned. CMEC: Well, we will do what we can. Can you describe him please? Destiny: Well, like I said, he’s about two or three years old, about, hmm, maybe two feet tall, blond hair, and the most crystalline blue eyes I have ever seen. Destiny: Blue jeans, gray-striped tennis shoes, and a green flannel shirt that he looks to have outgrown last year. CMEC: Hmm, do his pants and shoes seem to fit? Destiny: I think so, he’s in the kitchen, let me go look… yes, they seem to. CMEC: Ok, may I have your name, address and phone number? Destiny: Yes it’s Destiny Street S-T-R-E-E-T, and the address is 232 SW Eve. Dr. My phone number is 555-1432. CMEC: Thank you, we will start a file for him and call you if we hear anything at all. Destiny: Thank you for you help. CMEC: Your welcome… and good luck. *Click* |