Short Story: Sisters Reunited

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Sisters Reunited A bird whistled. Agnes followed the sound. She was stuck in the woods and her only hope was the bird. She would have laughed at herself if she wasn’t so worried about being lost. The mischievous bird with dark brown feathers whistled louder. Agnes sobbed as tears of fear began to run down her cheeks, “Please lead me home!” Agnes was a free spirited child. She was just over five feet tall with a slender appearance. Her auburn hair and silky bright yellow sundress flowed in the summer breeze that made the thick green leaves on the trees sway in the wind. Her eyes were a deep olive green and she had freckles all over rosy red cheeks. Agnes followed the bird farther as it led her to a river. A ten foot wide gap of raging, wild …show more content…

There had been a search warrant for months, but no one ever found any evidence so the case was closed. Now years later Agnes was facing her best friend she’d never thought she’d see again. Agnes finally spoke up, “Your name is Mary, not Ann Marie.” Mary looked confused. “It’s me your sister, Agnes. Do you remember me?” Mary looked still clueless for a minute. Then Mary’s aqua blue eyes grew wide as she leaped into the water. Mary struggled to swim across the river with the rapids flowing vigorously. Finally, she reached the other side as Agnes helped her out of the water with tears streaming down her face. The two girls couldn’t believe they were standing face to face with each other once again. Then suddenly Mary started to tremble. “What’s wrong?” Agnes asked with concern.. Mary knew the schedule of when the kidnapper comes and leaves. He would be back …show more content…

She had to get her sister out of these dreaded woods right away. Then the soft whistle of the bird came from above her head. The bird led her to find her sister; it had to lead her home now. The bird whistled even louder now. Agnes knew what she needed to do. “Follow me!” Agnes yelled to Mary. The two girls followed a narrow path when suddenly Agnes recognized they were on their way home. Agnes sighed in relief. Suddenly, Agnes heard a deafening scream come from her sister 's mouth. Mary’s tiny feet dug into the ground as a heavy man was forcefully dragged her away; it was the kidnapper. The kidnapper must have weighed close to 250 pounds. He had a jet black ski mask over his face with a black sweatshirt, pants, and shoes. His body appeared disproportionate as his legs were stubby and his torso was lengthy. Agnes’ mind was racing. She needed to save her sister, but how? Agnes looked around frantically when suddenly she saw the bird perched on a pointy, coarse, medium sized rock. Agnes heaved the rock and delivered a strong hit to the kidnapper’s head. The kidnapper glanced up at Agnes, but then his black beady eyes started to spin as he fell to the ground. Mary broke free of his grasp as he now laid on the ground unconscious. The girls made eye contact and then in a split second they began sprinting down the narrow path. The whistling bird soared above them as the girls ran close behind it. Then they came to a clearing where they saw a spacious

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