Safe - December 13, 2011

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "safe". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out]

Safe - Squiddy Geiger - December 13, 2011

The morning dawned, a beautiful blue and orange as the sun rose, waking the day. Sherri loved this time of day, so fresh with possibility. She looked through the village, checking that nothing had gone awry during the night.

The villagers were mostly asleep, except for Dralgan the street sweeper, and Blatso the garbage man, who didn't have to work for three more hours, but just liked to get an early start. She waved at them happily, but they ignored her, as always. It was ok, she didn't mind.

At the east end of town, something wasn't right, but it took her a few minutes to realize what was wrong; the Frelbdar's house was empty, abandoned. The door was open, and the car was gone. She looked around quickly, trying to find it. At last she spied it heading north on Route 12, moving fast. She sighed, and prepared to intervene.

Just as the car reached the county line, the breaklights lit up as it screeched to a halt, bumper stopping just short of the barrier. Sherri reached down and picked up the car, checked that the occupants were unhurt, then carefully placed it in the Frelbdar driveway. She sighed, a bit hurt that they'd tried to leave, but happy they weren't hurt.

She checked that all else was well in the village. Finally, content in the knowledge that her village was safe, she ran downstairs to see what Mummy had prepared for breakfast.

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