I'm trapped in this flat. It’s nice––roomy, high ceilings, and a wonderful view––but I want to go home. My parents must be worried sick. He will not let me go. He us taking a shower. Now is my chance. I am out the door. I'm going down the hall. I’ m at the elevator. I push the down button. Soon the elevator is here. I get in. I push the button that says MAIN FLOOR. I get out on the main floor. I don’t know which way to go. I'll go out the front door. This is a busy street. The sign says University Avenue. I turn right. I see Mount Timpanogas. My home is at the foot of Timp. My mother calls it the queen of the West. Pleasant Grove the most beautiful town in the world.
I'll just walk down University Avenue toward Timp. I will soon be home.
I've been walking quite a few blocks. It’s cold. It’s getting dark. I wonder how long it will take me to get to Pleasant Grove. I’m scared. I'm getting tired. Maybe I should find somebody to call Larry. He will be worrying about me. I'll go into the 7-Eleven store.
“I need some help. I am going to Pleasant Grove but I got lost. Can you call my husband. His name is Larry.”
“What is your number?”
“Ah. I don’t know.”
“Do you know where you live?”
“I live in a tall grey building.”
A policeman comes through the door.
“I am looking for a woman named Jewel Knight”. She has Alzheimer’s Disease and wandered from home. We traced he from a device she wears on her wrist. She should be in this area.”
“I am Jewel Olpin Knight."
"Your husband is worried about you Jewel. We will give you a ride home.”
“Oh, Thank you I’m so sorry to cause you so much trouble.”
It is kind of fun to ride in a police car. The policeman is friendly. We got to the Wells Fargo building. Larry meets us in the parking garage. I am glad to see him. I know he will take care of me. He kisses me and it feels good. He tells me he is sorry that I got lost. He said it was his fault because he didn’t keep track of me. It was not his fault. He is not my boss. I went out because I wanted to go home. I like it here. I love Larry. This is a beautiful place to live. But I miss my parents. I want to go home.
Now I really am imprisoned. He put some buttons on the front door. He pushes some of the buttons when he wants to open it. I watch him carefully, but when I push the buttons I can’t open the door.
He seems like a nice man. He is my good friend. He gives me chocolate milk and ice cream bars. He sleeps next to me. I hope my mother doesn’t find out, but it seems right. I feel safe and loved when he sleeps with me. But he won't let me go home. He said my parents died. It made me so sad. I hear cars outside my window. There is a lot of traffic. I'm tired. I think I will go to sleep.
4 comments:
Wow. This is great dad. I'm excited for you to post your writings.
good stuff
You're a good writer Grandpa. No one knows her better than you. I'm glad you're doing this. - Holly
I really liked this grandpa, you are very in tune with how grandma thinks and feels. She's lucky to have you. (and you are lucky, too, of course).
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