The Caged

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I’ll never forget that summer in 1951, when six kids in the area came up missing. It was fourteen-year-old Rebecca who lived down the road, whose face appeared first on the front cover of the Turtle Creek Daily News. I knew her, like most kids did in that small farm community. The towns people talked and suspected that she ran away from home. We knew better. She was down by the old railroad bridge, on the banks of the Turtle Creek River with the rest of us. That was the last day any of us saw her.
“Feed the fish!” shouted James, as he swung his handmade wooden sword in the air. “Ye shall walk thee plank ye measly scoundrel!”
“Shiver me timbers ye mangey cockroach!” snorted Rebecca. “Tis not a sword ye hold in thee hand! Aargh! Ye walk thee plank when me fine ship is built!”
James laughed. “Who says tis ye ship?”
“Me matey’s!” Rebecca quickly responded, as she glanced over at the others and I and winked.
How I wished I had the same witty personality as Rebecca. She always had the greatest comeback lines. Rebecca was one year my senior. She was one of the prettiest girls in school, and yet, one of the most tomboyish. Her long, curly, red hair that she always tied back with a rubber band, was now partially covered by a red bandana. Sweat glistened over top of the tiny freckles that dotted across her nose and cheeks, and she wiped it away with her forearm. She grinned over at James with her big blue eyes and gave him a thumbs up. The raft was almost finished.
It had been a full week of hard work, gathering enough driftwood along the rivers edge to build a big enough raft to carry all ten of us. We constructed the raft in the muddy river, rolling the logs into place one by one, and then tying them together with rope.
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...ed up the yarn on her right palm. She stopped long enough for the twins to follow her move, and then pulled her hands apart, released the string on her right pinky and thumb, revealing the witches broom. The twins gasped in delight.
Elizabeth smiled, as did Rebecca and I, at the twins who proudly raised their witches broom up in the air for everyone to see.
“Can you show us how to make a cup and saucer Beth?” asked Natalie, as she brushed a blond strand of hair from her face.
Elizabeth who was born deaf, immediately read Natalie’s lips and began to laugh. She unraveled the piece of string and laid it on her lap, quickly answering Natalie’s question with a nodding fist. Excited, Natalie smiled, placing her fingers near her lips, she threw Elizabeth a thank you.
I turned my attention to Rebecca who now had her shoes off and was swishing her feet around in the water.
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