through the eyes of a child page 8

 through the eyes of a child page 8 by ric gustafson

Kelly opened her eyes. She wasn't sure where she was. Her head hurt and she was scared. She could feel the masking tape over her mouth. She could feel ropes around her feet and arms. She could hear a steel cart approach. Fear entered her mind. ' God, please help me'. The masking tape kept her silent. ' Somebody please help me'.

The cart came up to the van.

" Can you please put the groceries behind the front seat?".

" Sure".

When he had finished, he shook the young man's hand. " What's the quickest way to get to North Highway 4?".

" Roberts Avenue that you are on goes into North Highway 4".

" Is there a gas station before the end of town?".

" Yes, Sammy's Express".

" Thank you". His voice hesitated. " You've been very helpful".

He got in and started the van. As it go onto Roberts Ave, Kelly began to smell a familiar smell. She smiled even though she had the masking tape on. It was a funnel cake. Happy memories came back. Every year that her father took her to the County Fair, they would get a funnel cake. 

' God please protect me'. The funnel cake memory kept her quiet.

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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric