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A Blue Purse
By Melanie Carter Winkler
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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short writing prompt
Brady was chewing gum, blowing big bubbles. He and Emilee were walking home down the dirt track. It was the way they always walked home after a day at school.
“Brady, lets go to the creek, it’s cooler there.” Emilee said as she headed down the slippery path.
“Wait up Lady Bug,” it was his nickname for Emilee. Brady heard a scream and ran down the path after Emilee.
Emilee was backed up against a tree and slid to the ground. She was as white as the marshmallows her mum made. “L-look,” Emilee pointed with a shaky finger.
Brady turned around and stared in shock. There was a body, lying very still and covered in leaves. He said in a whisper, “Is she dead?”
“I don’t know, look there’s her purse. Let’s find out her name.”
“I’m not picking it up.”
“Please Brady,” by now Emilee had started chewing on her second fingernail. “I can’t do it.”
Brady slipped closer and reached out a hand and managed to just pull the handle of the purse. It was blue with pink dots on it. “I am not going to open it Lady Bug.”
“Okay let me,” Emilee said trying to sound brave. She hoped her hands weren’t shaking. She opened the bag and looked through the contents. She pulled out the license and stared in shock.
There was noise of someone coming. Brady dragged Emilee down to the creek where they was a cave. The entrance was covered with bush just like the batman cave on TV.
They both held their breath while they heard footsteps above them near the body. “Let’s bury her properly.” A gruff voice said.
“Why don’t we put her in the river?”
“Not a chance, besides here no one comes down anymore. Now where did you put her purse?”
Emilee looked at her hands; she was still hanging onto it. Brady pulled her along and whispered in her ear. “There is another way out of here.”
They went through the damp insides of the cave; there was a small sliver of light in front of them. They both clambered over rocks and found themselves on the other side of the park.
They were back near school, they ran into the school, but it was locked. All the teachers had gone home. They ran towards the police station.
There they ran into Sergent Wilson, shakily they told their story. He listened before quickly sending out the dogs to track the killers.
Emilee and Brady’s parents had been worried about them. Now they were heroes to the town. Lady bug and Brady who as the years went by they grew up never forgetting what they had seen the warm spring day.
Lady bug looked up at Brady. “Detective Fraser, can you hand me that evidence bag?”
“Sure Detective Green, what have you got?”
“Another blue purse.” They just looked at each other remembering the blue purse they found many years ago.
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