by Sheila Hogue

Created on: June 26, 2010

Leaving in the stealth of night like a bandit on the prowl Sandra embarked on a fresh, well deserved adventure. Not wanting to arouse anyone she started her car inside a small closed garage at the rear of the house then opened the door gingerly being ever so quiet. Sandra couldn’t take the chance someone might see her leave or find out where she was going. Getting back in the car Sandra backs out slowly, not even turning the headlamps on low beam.  Pulling out of the garage and maneuvering in the dark with precision as though she had practiced countless times for this most important escapade.

Approaching the edge of town Sandra pops on the headlamps gives a quick punch on the gas and is off in a flash with out notice. She wanted desperately to escape without incident with her full tank of fuel and a wad of cash she had saved just for such occasion. The time was right as her sleepy little hometown dreamed the night away. She would easily be able to put some distance fast between her and that small town called home. She wanted to get away and finally be free.

Sandra new the town folk would notice by mid morning she was missing when the lunch prep she did each day at Piney Cove Café was not ready for the towns resident cook, Jerry. You see Sandra was dependable like the sun coming up in the morning and had opened the quaint seaside café every morning for the past twenty two years for her uncle George and Aunt Louise. Lunch this day would be buzzing she thought, with gossip as it always is, but lunch today would prove to be one of the biggest gossip days in the history of Piney Cove.  As gossip goes not a single person would be able to speak a word of truth today about anything, but especially regarding the disappearance of Sandra Sullivan without spinning a yarn shrouded in mystery and intrigue. “Could be she just had enough of peeling Jerry’s onions everyday for the past couple of decades” I can hear Wilbur say, the only guy in town who had his own café booth with his name on it.

Wilbur sat in the same booth and ate three squares a day and snacks ever since George and Louise opened the café back in 1948. Wilbur came home a war hero in 1945 after taking a bullet for his country. He vowed he would never leave home again and he didn’t. His best friend George was the guy he really took the bullet for and when George opened the café he told Wilbur “ I don’t know how to repay

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