Short Story Sunday: Finally Home

Cassie sat at the bar with her club soda with a twist of lime. He didn’t show up. Of course not. What was she thinking?

 

Tim stood by the side of the road next to his smoking car. The car that hit him had rolled over in a ditch. Of course his phone was dead.

 

Cassie finished her drink as she watched the ball game on the TV. She checked her phone. No messages.

 

Time looked down the embankment at the other car. “Are you ok?” he yelled.
That sounded kind of stupid. They were probably mangled or dead. He pulled a small flashlight out of his coat pocket and pointed it in the direction of the overturned car. He could see movement. Someone was alive.

 

Cassie drove home wondering why Tim never showed up. It was probably another woman. Maybe he just didn’t like her. Maybe she wasn’t pretty enough. She pulled over as a fire truck and ambulance flew by with flashing lights and sirens blaring.

 

Several cars had pulled over to the accident site. When the firemen and paramedics showed up they couldn’t believe what they saw. How would any of them ever explain the scene. Who would believe them?

 

Just as Cassie drove past the accident site her car slammed forward and her whole body jerked as the sound of crunching metal. She’d been rear ended by a large truck. After they’d pulled over the driver of the truck got out and started to apologize right away. Cassie, feeling shaky and a little numb got out of her car to inspect the damage. “Awww man,” she thought, “looks like it will be totaled.”

 

Tim sat on the ground next to the injured driver and passenger. He held the woman’s hand as he quietly spoke to her.
“My girlfriend is a pilot. She flies for an airline. She did a little acrobatic work too. You two would have a lot to talk about. You’ll be fine. Just hang on.”

 

The rescue team looked at what Tim had thought was a car hitting him. It was an airplane. Not just any airplane. This was a classic from the 1930’s. It was pre WW2. Then they saw who Tim had pulled out. Blue sparks flashed across the surface of the wings and propeller. A blue and green glow surrounded the crash site.

 

Cassie looked at the other wrecked car on the side of the road. The whole backside was crushed. She saw the small painting of the dog on the door. Tim’s niece had painted that for him. It was his dog – a big happy lab mix. She looked down into the gully and saw a plane. A Lockeed Electra 10E. Who has one of those around here, she thought as she started to climb down the bank.

 

Tim looked up as he heard his name called. It was Cassie. She sat down beside him then looked at the woman holding Tim’s hand. No, it was too much of a coincidence.

Tim brushed the forehead of the injured woman with his hand. “This is Cassie. She is a pilot too.”

The injured woman gave a weak smile then turned to her injured partner. “Fred? Can you hear me Fred? We made it. We’re finally home.”

 

 

Mystery Solved!

Mystery Solved!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Real Life Mystery: Looking for Answers. Where is Rob Harrington?

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Today I’m posting something from a friend.
Jamee Lynn Harrington lost her father. He vanished 10 years ago. Her family is trying to find out what happened. Her sister Candi Pontinen has set up a site to help hire someone to help.

Please read and follow the link.

 

From Jamee:

He’s my Father- everyone says they know what happened, but they don’t know what happened, I’m sure a private investigator could find answers if we could hire one. I’d appreciate any help available. I love this man too pieces, and closure for everyone would be really nice for this man who worked in inporting and exporting, and knows people all over the world.

 

From The Toronto Sun:

Five years ago, his four children held a memorial service for Rob Harrington after a Toronto homicide detective told them he was dead.
But now the same police service insists it has no evidence that Harrington was murdered and they still consider him a missing person. Leaving them more confused than ever.
It’s been nine years since their father simply vanished from their lives.
Nine years of missed birthdays and holidays, nine years of unanswered questions and perplexing searches. After all this time, Cadi Harrington just wants to know what happened to her dad, even if it means learning the worst.
“We just want to know one way or the other, a solid concrete answer just so I can stop looking at people on the street and thinking that they’re him,” explains his 29-year-old daughter.
So she is appealing to her father directly through the Toronto Sun, hoping that he might see this and get in touch. Because deep down, she still believes that he must be alive.
“I’ve got three kids; he’s a grandpa,” says the Ajax mom. “They want to know who he is, they want him in their lives. We don’t care that it’s been so long, we just want to pick up the pieces and be a family again.”
She quickly admits her father was a shady character associated with Russian gangsters and may have met with foul play or been forced to go into hiding. Divorced from their mom, the 47-year-old lived in a basement apartment on Vaughan Rd., worked in “import/export” and spoke often of offshore accounts.
But he was still her dad.
She last spoke to him when he called to wish her happy birthday on Aug. 29, 2004. Her brother was in contact with him a few days later to arrange his tuition instalments for university in Mississippi.
Her sister was scheduled to meet up with him in Toronto on Sept. 4. But Harrington never showed — and no one has heard from him since.
Toronto Police received a report from his neighbour that his apartment window had been smashed, his beloved dog was barking madly and Harrington was nowhere to be found. When she learned from detectives at 13 Division that her father had been reported missing, his daughter began contacting all his friends and colleagues. They were as mystified as she was.
She rang the police station every day for a year, hoping for news. She says her calls were never returned. In May 2012, while speaking to a chatty constable on the desk, she learned that her dad had actually been located in January 2005 but he didn’t want his family notified.
That was diametrically opposed to what they were told in 2008.

 

Click here for more information including a the funding site and the complete article from The Toronto Sun.