Vanished, Part 9, by Kathryn
The bakery was filled with delicious smells. Loaves of bread, muffins, biscuits, cookies, and all sorts of treats were lined up on the shelves.
An older man was behind the counter. His hair-what was left of it-was ruffled and his vest unbuttoned.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
"Yes. Have you seen an older lady? She has greyish hair and is about so tall." She held her hand up beside her head to show how tall Vicky was.
"Nope, sorry."
"Have you seen any men, or strange looking people?"
"Are you familiar with this area of town?" He gazed at her perfectly fitting suit, her bright white gloves, and the rather stylish hat she wore on her dark brown hair. "I would say not. Lady, everybody looks strange around here."
"Well you don't have to get snappy," Dot said. "You have to understand this is very important!"
The man just stared at Dot.
"Can I use your back entrance?" She finally asked. The man waved his hand towards a brown door. She opened it to find herself in a dark, smelly alley. Trash cans lined the back of brick buildings, and water dripped onto the pavement from leaky pipes. Dot stepped carefully over a pile of papers, and headed cautiously down the alley. How different this was from where she lived. It almost seemed like a different city.
Meanwhile, the cab that Tip was in screeched to a stop right in front of Jensen's Bakery. He hopped out and paid the driver, then hurried into the sweet-smelling bakery.
"Yes?" The man asked.
"Have you seen a younger lady? She has dark brownish hair and is about so tall. "
The man looked at Tip.
"I'll answer you if you answer me. Are all you uptown New Yorkers like this?" His hand ran through his white hair, and his eyes were wide.
"Huh?" Tip asked, impatiently.
"Never mind. She went through there." Again he waved his hand towards the brown door.
As Tip slammed the door shut, the old man shuffled to the other side of the counter, and grabbed a tin can. On a piece of white paper he wrote:
Questions: 25 cents each.
There, he thought.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Vanished part 8
Written by Rachel S
Tip stood in dismay as he watched Dot disapear in the cab. Flagging down another taxi, a yellow cab pulled up.
" Sir, please follow that taxi, its headed to Jensen's bakery," He said.
The chauffeur looked back astonished, he had heard it was dangrous there, why would a young man like him want to go there?
" Are you sure?" He asked.
" Look! my sister's headed for there, I need to follow her at a distance, I don't want her to disapear," he said.
The cab driver nodded, and drove a ways after the cab, headed to danger.
When the Cab pulled up to the bakery, Dot thanked the chauffeur and getting out she looked around, it was a windy place in the city, a bit of rubbish and newspapers fluttered by.
Her heart kinda skipped a beat as she saw a rat run by. She saw the broken down looking bakery, ciggerette butts lay scattered along the side walk.
adjusting her hair, she walked in in the bakery. the bell on the door jingled as she did.
---- to be continued.
Tip stood in dismay as he watched Dot disapear in the cab. Flagging down another taxi, a yellow cab pulled up.
" Sir, please follow that taxi, its headed to Jensen's bakery," He said.
The chauffeur looked back astonished, he had heard it was dangrous there, why would a young man like him want to go there?
" Are you sure?" He asked.
" Look! my sister's headed for there, I need to follow her at a distance, I don't want her to disapear," he said.
The cab driver nodded, and drove a ways after the cab, headed to danger.
When the Cab pulled up to the bakery, Dot thanked the chauffeur and getting out she looked around, it was a windy place in the city, a bit of rubbish and newspapers fluttered by.
Her heart kinda skipped a beat as she saw a rat run by. She saw the broken down looking bakery, ciggerette butts lay scattered along the side walk.
adjusting her hair, she walked in in the bakery. the bell on the door jingled as she did.
---- to be continued.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Vanished, Part 7
Vanished, Part 7, by Kathryn
Dot nervously twisted her cloth napkin.
She and Tip were at the coffee shop, waiting for Herbert to get off the phone.
"Tip, I'm so worried," she exclaimed. Tip dumped a pack of sugar into his coffee and slowly stirred it with a spoon.
"Well we can't do anything about it until Herb gets of the phone. Why don't you have a cup of coffee? Here," he said, scooting his cup towards her. She shook her head, and glanced nervously towards the phone booth.
Suddenly Herbert appeared. He dodged a waiter and came rushing over.
"Chief McDailen says he'll get some men and station them on the block of Jensen's bakery. He said if they see any suspicious characters, they'll let us know." Dot jumped up from her chair.
"What? Is that all he's doing? Looking out for suspicious characters? What kind of a police force do we have? We've got to go straight to that alley and capture those men!" Dot's face was a deep scarlet.
"Hush, we're being stared at," Tip whispered.
"You aren't doing anything, missie. This job is for the police, not for a lady. I don't want to see you anywhere near that alley, you hear me? Now, I got to run, I'm late for my meeting as it is." Herbert kissed his steaming wife on the cheek and headed out the door. Dot stamped her foot on the black and white tiled floor. In a whirl she was out of the coffee shop, leaving Tip in astonishment.
She hailed a taxi. When she climbed into the backseat, she said, "Jensen's Bakery, please." The driver pulled away from the coffee shop.
Her gloved hand fingered the small, black, pistol that she had taken out of her purse. She was ready.
To be continued!
Dot nervously twisted her cloth napkin.
She and Tip were at the coffee shop, waiting for Herbert to get off the phone.
"Tip, I'm so worried," she exclaimed. Tip dumped a pack of sugar into his coffee and slowly stirred it with a spoon.
"Well we can't do anything about it until Herb gets of the phone. Why don't you have a cup of coffee? Here," he said, scooting his cup towards her. She shook her head, and glanced nervously towards the phone booth.
Suddenly Herbert appeared. He dodged a waiter and came rushing over.
"Chief McDailen says he'll get some men and station them on the block of Jensen's bakery. He said if they see any suspicious characters, they'll let us know." Dot jumped up from her chair.
"What? Is that all he's doing? Looking out for suspicious characters? What kind of a police force do we have? We've got to go straight to that alley and capture those men!" Dot's face was a deep scarlet.
"Hush, we're being stared at," Tip whispered.
"You aren't doing anything, missie. This job is for the police, not for a lady. I don't want to see you anywhere near that alley, you hear me? Now, I got to run, I'm late for my meeting as it is." Herbert kissed his steaming wife on the cheek and headed out the door. Dot stamped her foot on the black and white tiled floor. In a whirl she was out of the coffee shop, leaving Tip in astonishment.
She hailed a taxi. When she climbed into the backseat, she said, "Jensen's Bakery, please." The driver pulled away from the coffee shop.
Her gloved hand fingered the small, black, pistol that she had taken out of her purse. She was ready.
To be continued!
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Dot and herbert challange
Hey all! its Rachel S here, just wanted to say I'm hosting a challenge related to this book series
go on and enter at my main blog if you want!
Enter here
go on and enter at my main blog if you want!
alright. thats all for the annoucment. back to the story
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Part 6
By Rachel S
They had only got to the car and argued their way when Herbert walked up.
" Whats going on?" Herbert asked.
Dot whirled around.
" Herbert! you scared me! what are you doing here?" She asked.
Avoiding the question. Tip stepped up.
" She wants to track down the person who kidnapped Vicky, I'm glad you here Herbert, I'll be going," He said.
As Tip was about to Cross the street, Herbert stopped him and whirled him around to face him.
" No one is going anywhere, we're all going to keep calm and talk it over," He said.
Dot starred at him.
" But Herbert!" She exclaimed.
She was close to tears with urgancy.
" What'll we do?" She asked in a weak voice.
Herbert opened the car door and lead them in.
" We'll go to a coffee shop and talk to a police officer," He said.
They arrived at a bustling coffee shop, sitting down at the counter, they ordered some coffee and sweet buns. Herbert excused himself to use the phone.
to be continued...
They had only got to the car and argued their way when Herbert walked up.
" Whats going on?" Herbert asked.
Dot whirled around.
" Herbert! you scared me! what are you doing here?" She asked.
Avoiding the question. Tip stepped up.
" She wants to track down the person who kidnapped Vicky, I'm glad you here Herbert, I'll be going," He said.
As Tip was about to Cross the street, Herbert stopped him and whirled him around to face him.
" No one is going anywhere, we're all going to keep calm and talk it over," He said.
Dot starred at him.
" But Herbert!" She exclaimed.
She was close to tears with urgancy.
" What'll we do?" She asked in a weak voice.
Herbert opened the car door and lead them in.
" We'll go to a coffee shop and talk to a police officer," He said.
They arrived at a bustling coffee shop, sitting down at the counter, they ordered some coffee and sweet buns. Herbert excused himself to use the phone.
to be continued...
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