BOOKS BY AUDREY AUSTIN: The theme of this blog is creative writing. I've written many poems, short stories, novellas, novels, and more. I've recently entered the exciting world of books for children. I hope you will want to get to know me and, of course, I hope you will want to buy a book or two.
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Monday, March 23, 2026
BEYOND THE BLUE
BEYOND THE BLUE - an excerpt
PAGE 38 39
Before he even reached the sidewalk in front of their house he heard his mother's cry. "Anthony, dear God, what has happened to your arm?"
He offered his usual response. "It's nothing, mom. We were just rough-housing in the schoolyard is all."
"Let me take a look at that arm," she insisted. "Come along into the house and let me see what needs to be done this time. Have you been fighting?"
"No mom, honest. I haven't been fighting."
Suddenly from nowhere he had remembrance of the whisper, "Enigami." And the whisper caused him to carefully consider what his mother had asked. Fighting? I'm not a fighter, he realized. I'm a coward. Dad was a fighter. He wouldn't let anybody push him around. If dad were here I would be a fighter too. He would back me up. Without him I'm just a hopeless weakling. No wonder the bullies pick on me this year. They know I'm a coward; might as well be wearing a big sign on my back. I know I should fight back. I know I should do a lot of things I don't do.
Tony knew twelve-year-old boys don't cry but the tears just seemed to be covering his face like a blanket. "There, there," his mother soothed. "It's okay, son. We can patch this up with a bit of salve. It will take the bite out of it and you will be as good as new. Don't cry, Tony. It's okay."
That evening after supper Anthony thought about the shadowy shape he had seen beyond the blue. As he finished his bath and climbed into his pyjamas ready for another night's sleep he thought about the upcoming school day. Pushing the worrisome thoughts about bullies out of his mind he turned his thoughts to the magical window. I want to see the shape more clearly. Tomorrow I will look beyond the blue and I will see the shape more clearly, he resolved.
BEYOND THE BLUE is available in paperback, kindle, and audiobook formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
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Sunday, March 22, 2026
DINNER AT SEVEN
DINNER AT SEVEN, a romance novel - an excerpt
PAGE 32-33
I am sitting at the table enjoying my second-favourite pastime, people-watching, when I get the creepy feeling that I, too, am being watched.
I am surprised by the voice behind me. "Good morning, Marsha."
Turning at the sound of the now familiar voice, I smile. "David, what a surprise to see you here."
Without waiting for an invitation he sits down across the table from me.
"I love antiques," he admits. "I come down here to visit the market, Marsha, but meeting you here is far more pleasurable than anything I could have planned to happen today. How are you?"
"Fine! Great!" I am surprised to realize that I am speaking the truth. My headache which has been incessant since awakening this morning suddenly disappears.
Reaching across the table, David takes my hand and playfully pulls me to my feet. "Let's walk."
I'm tired of fighting with myself. I return his smile. My headache is gone. My loneliness has vanished. We walk along the water's edge for a while and then up past the children's art park to Front Street. Heading east, we come to the Harbour Castle Hotel and the entrance to the Island Ferry Docks. "Let's escape to Centre Island, Marsha. It's not a Caribbean cruise but it's the best I can do on short notice."
I hesitate.
I can tell he notices my hesitation. He lowers his voice and quietly asks, "Please, Marsha, spend the day with me."
DINNER AT SEVEN is available on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Friday, March 20, 2026
MOOSE ROAD, a Canadian Tragedy
MOOSE ROAD, a Canadian Tragedy - an excerpt
PAGE 21-22
Angel is my name. I'm named after my mother who died twenty-one years ago on the day I was born. I've never had the pleasure of meeting her; at least not that I can remember. Did we meet when I nestled safe and warm within her womb? I like to think that we did but I don't know. I can't recall and I guess I will never know for certain.
I'm told by my dad that she died on her bed right here in this house even before she gave birth to me. I think being born to a dead woman is about as creepy as anything can get but I'm told that's what happened. Thinking about it grosses me out. Though I try not to let my mind dwell on it, this knowledge is ingrained within my very being. Until now I have found no escape route from this harsh reality but I continue to search. I can only hope that one day I will find deliverance,
It is true that I find it very hard if not impossible to forget about the way I entered this cruel world. The biggest reason for that is something I blame on my father. One of the greatest problems I have is that my dad always likes to remind me of my mother's passing. He heaps the blame upon my head and has done so since I was a very little girl. He condemns me for my mother's death. Too often he will say to me, "If it weren't for you she would still be here with me."
Like a broken record he is. It's almost a daily ritual.
He also likes to remind me of my dependence upon him. "Where would you be without me, Angel?"
When he asks this question he doesn't expect an answer from me and I don't disappoint him. I want to tell him to be quiet; to just shut up but I've grown accustomed to offering him silence and I don't know how to break this habit. I hide in my silence. It is my refuge.
His question scares me because, though I don't like where I am, I fear that where I could be without him might be even worse. Then I ask myself how anything could be worse. How could anything be worse than this sick, evil existence I am forced to endure?
MOOSE ROAD, a Canadian Tragedy is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
REAWAKENING
REAWAKENING - an excerpt
Once he found an open wave he was quick to begin transmitting his data into the huge memory bank. For the first file he sent; George, 14879328; Numas, black, five feet seven inches, one hundred and forty pounds; accepted heat engagement; movement apparent at first inspection.
He went through all the files in exactly this manner until, once again, he needed to transmit the seventh. This time he slowed his transmission process a little and allowed a slight intrusion of his analytical process while he worked.
He sent; Linda, 775923, Nufem, white, five feet two inches, one hundred and five pounds, accepted heat engagement. Then he stopped momentarily to analyze. He could see nothing unusual in the data, nothing that would explain his strange behaviour the previous evening. Again he began to send Movement apparent .....
He hesitated. He wondered if he should record her unusual movements. Never in his career had a Newold actually grasped the hand of a Prime or even that of a Midescent. It was unheard of that an Analytical Prime could not make a quick decision, but Jim found it impossible to decide whether he should report the Newold's behaviour or keep the information to himself. He did not really want any extra work or hassle from his supervisor. He was over-worked as it was. Already, Jim had begun to think of Linda, 775923 as his very own and very special one in seven. Realizing this, at last he was capable of making a decision. He decided not to transmit information about the uncommon occurrence and instead sent the message, Movement apparent at first inspection.
The data transmissio was complete. Jim stood up from behind his desk, walked across the office floor and stepped onto the travel platform. In an instant he once more stepped off the platform inside the Entry Centre.
REAWAKENING is available on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's page at https://amazon.com/audreyaustin
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Sunday, March 15, 2026
SARA, a Canadian Saga
SARA, a Canadian Saga - an excerpt
PAGE 19
"Mama, why did you name me Sara? Am I named after someone in the family?"
"Now aren't you just full of curious questions today? No, my child, you are not named after someone in the family. I chose your name. I named you after Sarai in the Bible."
"Who was she, mama?"
"Sarai was a strong woman. She was someone who never gave up. And she was a dutiful wife to her husband, Abraham. Just like someday you will do your duty and be a good wife to someone. Now enough of your questions! There, you've done a good job. I'll finish up here now and you run along out to play. It will soon be your bedtime."
"Okay, mama."
Alone once again in her kitchen, Rebecca sat in a chair. She leaned over the table and cradled her head in her arms. With eyes closed she prayed, "Dear God, do I expect too much of Brent? After all men aren't supposed to know about the importance of new tables and other such things. If you had intended them to understand such delicate matters you would have made them female. And won't the women laugh when I tell them what Sara asked me. Couldn't I just look after myself? Indeed! Where on earth does the child pick up such foolishness? Looks like I named her well. Lord, give me strength. Amen."
Rebecca stood up and walked back to the kitchen sink. She wasted no time in finishing the supper dishes. She didn't want to be late for her meeting.
SARA, a Canadian Saga is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
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Friday, March 13, 2026
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER?
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER? - an excerpt
PAGE 48 - 49
Without fail, at every single workshop I have facilitated, I have chosen to close each one with a song. I encourage participants to form a circle, hold hands, and sing from the heart. Everyone can sing! Yes, some carry a tune better than others, but everyone can sing. As for me, I say I can carry a tune as long as I don't have to carry it far.
In this instance, you are possibly alone reading this little book. You are not in a group setting. But that doesn't mean you cannot sing, does it?
Here are the words to the song. I'm sorry, but in this instance you will need to make up your own tune.
Everyone marches to their own drummer; everyone sings to his own delight, and with no question, everyone can sing!
How Could Anyone Ever Tell You
How could anyone ever tell you
That you're anything less than beautiful?
How could anyone ever tell you
That you're less than whole?
How could anyone fail to notice
That your loving is a miracle?
How deeply
You're connected to my soul.
PAGE 50
I was always a great fan of Shirley MacLaine. I loved her book titled "Out on a Limb". I often think of her out there on that limb.
Let's all get out on a limb, have faith, take a chance, and when we feel most alone, may we always know that we are all bound to the wheel.
We are never alone.
"Circle of Friends"
IS AGE REALLY JUST A NUMBER? is available on all Amazon sites. You will find this workbook on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE - an excerpt
PAGE 129 - 130
My apartment was in the basement. While living there, I learned that World Vision, an organization through which I had adopted a little girl, had left Peru due to the terrorizing activities of the Sendero Luminoso, or The Shining Path in English. The Shining Path is officially the Communist Party of Peru.
Sendero Luminosa was widely condemned for its excessive brutality, including violence against peasants. It was also violent toward trade union organizers, Marxist groups, and the general public.
They were regarded as a terrorist organization by the Government of Peru, as well as by Japan, the European Union, the United States and Canada.
The year I travelled to meet Yeny was 1991. This was my first and, so far, only visit to a country where military tanks and soldiers were evident on many corners.
My foster child, Yeny, lived in the City of Puno in Peru. And it was from this city that World Vision workers departed. Shining Path founder, Abimael Guzman was captured in 1992.
I visited in the home of Yeny Ponce, her mother, and sisters .............
ALMOST TIME TO LEAVE - a memoir is available on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
MORE POartRY and PROSE
MORE POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
PAGE 63
Our world is not the same world in which I grew up.
People have always struggled but I get the impression that today the struggle is tougher than it was in bygone days. I believe this is because too many people have lost hope in a brighter future.
Too many are devoid of faith in anything outside of themselves.
I don't know what the future holds. Our planet is filled with wars, hunger, drugs, homelessness, violence, hatred, and fear. Perhaps it always has been but, because of social media, we see and hear much more about this negativity.
We do our best to keep our homes peaceful and safe but with social media, T.V., and cell phones, it is difficult to escape all the ugliness taking place in our world.
I pray for all the little ones coming up. I wonder what kind of a world my little Cecilia and her friends will find themselves in when they are grown.
PAGE 54
"Pretty in Print"
Even today in our modern 2023 world, I hear female friends saying, "Oh, this weather is perfect for hanging the clothes on the line."
Today, those women who have an outdoor space are blessed to be given a choice. They can choose to hang the clothes on the line or they can choose to throw the clothes into the dryer.
My mother had no choice. In fact, in the early being Mommy days of my life, I had no choice. The electric or gas dryers became popular in the fifties but weren't commonly used by the average family until the early sixties.
I have early childhood memories of my mother hanging clothes on the line in the backyard on good-weather days. I also remember the many bad-weather days when she would hang the wet clothes on lines hung in the basement and even in the kitchen where it was warm by the gas fire.
On cold winter days when she hung the clothes outside on the line, I remember the clothes freezing solid. I remember my poor mother's hands rough and sometimes bleeding. And I remember her carrying the stiff, frozen clothes into the house. The clothes thawed quickly and she would be faced with the task of hanging them again in the basement or kitchen.
As for looking pretty in print, yes, indeed my mother did wear pretty print dresses when I was a child. She called them housedresses, not to be confused with her afternoon dresses and her evening dresses.
MORE POartRY and PROSE is available on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Sunday, March 8, 2026
POartRY and PROSE
POartRY and PROSE - an excerpt
PAGE 34-35 - "Lady in Blue"
LADY IN BLUE
Her eyes held the promise,
Her heart the love,
For the one who had blessed her
From Heaven above.
The years spent in waiting,
In sorrow, in pain,
Would soon be a memory
To ne'er happen again.
Her gown glistening white,
Papa by her side,
Soon to walk down the aisle
A glorious sight.
The exchange of gold rings
Would brighten her world,
But he did not arrive
Her future was hurled.
Now with white gown in closet
This bride, she withdrew
From life, love, and caring
She's the lady in blue.
POartRY and PROSE is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Friday, March 6, 2026
BOOKS FOR CHILDREN - excerpts
BOOKS FOR CHILDREN - excerpts
ONE DAY WITH MISTY
PAGE 7 - 8
We share the same crate. That means that we are neighbours. We can keep each other company.
I stay in my crate with Orange Cat for many weeks. But one day, a man visits with us. He has a little boy with him.
"Which one do you like?" the man asks the little boy.
"I like the orange one," The little boy says.
"Good choice," the man replies. "The other one is too old."
That day the man and the little boy take Orange Cat away to live with them.
I am all alone.
Will any little boy or girl come and want to take me home?
I feel very sad because I know that no one seems to like old cats.
ELEPHANT AND THE BUMBLY BEE
PAGE 21 - 22
They traveled far, so far; too far,
The jungle is gone. In Toronto they roam,
"Bumbly, I'm scared. I don't like it here!"
"Trust me, have fun, Elephant dear."
Elephant danced with all his heart,
This experience was brand new,
The music played and it was loud
And Bee was dancing too.
His first ride on a bicycle
He hoped he would not fall
He did his best to balance
And had the best time of all.
THE LAST DROP
PAGE 10 12
Father comes home
at the end of the day
Daddy, can we go
outside to play?
Goodness me, no,
no, no; not yet
In this downpour
you will get soaking wet.
How much longer
must we wait
Until the rain
decides to abate?
I don't know the answer
said both Dad and Mom
but smile, Dad encouraged
no need to feel glum.
Just think of the fun
you can have in your room
There's really no reason
for sadness and gloom.
All my books for children can be found on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Wednesday, March 4, 2026
SHH! We Don't Talk About That!
SHH! We Don't Talk About That - an excerpt
PAGE 36 - 37
But she did speak to me for a while about psychic boundaries and about the importance of respecting them. Perhaps there were others in the house at that time who had not invited me in and who would not welcome my presence.
This was not to be my last, but it was my first experience of astral travel. This event took place more than thirty years ago, but it is one that I will never forget.
During that conversation with my cousin, I learned for the first time about psychic boundaries. Later in life, when I began to understand and to learn much more about auras, and about reading another's aura, I would remind myself, always, to respect those psychic boundaries. It was not for me to read another's aura unless I was recipient of a request to do so.
After this time, I began to expand my choice of reading material. It was around this time that I learned of author, Mary Summer Rain, who introduced me to "No Eyes", an elderly, indigenous woman who frequently astral travelled into other realms.
In time I gathered enough courage to attempt astral travel again. I found myself most comfortable if I was sitting cross-legged on the floor or perhaps laying down on either my bed or sofa. Always I asked for God's guidance.
SHH! We Don't Talk About That! is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Tuesday, March 3, 2026
STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light
STRUGGLE - to Reach the Bridge of Light - an excerpt
PAGE 25 - 26
Humans still do not know that they can't rise above their circumstances without first being immersed in them. And they can't be immersed in their circumstances if they refuse to feel them. You have become hardened. The ability to feel, and to demonstrate caring and compassion, is one that has been lost to the human race. Will you never learn that you can't get beyond what you have never been in?
Yes, I will admit that, at first, it made me deeply saddened to realize that you have lost the ability to feel, and to grow from your feelings. I am sad no longer. I am angry! You walk all over me without thought, without care, leaving a trail of physical, emotional, and spiritual rubbish behind you.
The phoenix created a nest of boughs and spices. It proceeded to set its own nest on fire, and it was consumed in the flames.
Humans, you have inhabited me. You have created your nests. You have wrapped yourselves in wood, brick, and plastic. You call these structures your homes. You forget that I am your home. You forget that you build upon your mother. And when you leave your structure, if not before, you immediately proceed to destroy me.
This is the reason I will choose to be consumed in the flames. I promise you, unlike the phoenix, I will not rise. Make no mistake, nor will you.
Only those who have the insight, and who are chosen by the Lord, by Great Cosmic Power, and by me, to see the bright, blue lights will be rescued.
A small group of seven will be chosen. I am not the one, alone, to do the choosing. If it were up to me, I would choose no one. But another has made the decision to save one soul family. I will say no more about the phoenix. I am your Mother and you have been warned for the last time!
STRUGGLE - To Reach the Bridge of Light is available on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Monday, March 2, 2026
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow - an excerpt
PAGE 54
The waitress returns and takes away the dishes. Mom pays the bill with her debit card and then starts to get up from the table. "Come on, Karen. It's time to go home."
It is obvious my mother doesn't want to talk to me about my grandmother or about her Hindu religion. When we arrive home from The Fireside that evening I sit alone in my bedroom atop my bed with my laptop upon my knee. I think about it and soon I reach the decision that, if my mother is not willing to share with me, I will just need to see what I can learn on my own about the Hindu religion. There is no one I can talk to about it; no one I can call or go to and ask for help.
PAGE 66
I am five years old when Britain finally grants India its independence. This great event happens three years after my father is killed. I am six years old when Mahatma Ghandi dies; too young to understand anything about all the changes that are taking place in the City of Bangalore.
Bangalore, a mega city in Southern India, is where I am born and where I live for thirty-seven years before marrying Thomas Wakeling and, with him, making the move to the small northern town of Ellliot Lake in Ontario, Canada.
THE OBSERVER - His Eye is on the Sparrow is available on all Amazon sites in both Kindle and Paperback formats. You can find it on my Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Sunday, March 1, 2026
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD ..... a handful of moments
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - a handful of moments - an excerpt
PAGE 5
And when a woman loses a man she loves, she is filled with emptiness; with silence; and with a yearning that nothing can satisfy. Nothing and no one can fill the restless vacancy; the hole behind the veneer of practicality; of sad smiles; and of one foot placed in front of the other in order to achieve those ordinary tasks that they used to always do together; that she used to think important; that don't matter anymore.
Thus the grieving process begins.
Life goes on whether she cares; whether she doesn't care; whether she feels strong; whether she feels nothing at all. Life goes on.
PAGE 31
I sometimes feel resentful at being so very alone. At the same time I don't want to be with anyone. I feel sometimes left out when not included in community events. No one phoned and asked, 'do you want to go?' At the same time I don't want to go anywhere. I am grateful when I look at my daytimer and see that there is nothing scheduled. "Good, I don't have to leave the house today."
NO PLACE TO LAY HER HEAD - a handful of moments is available in Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Saturday, February 28, 2026
Simply BE - an excerpt
Simply BE - an excerpt
PAGE 36 - 41
Be Forgiving
Be forgiving
Begin by forgiving
Yourself.
Look within
for your own
highest
good.
Be forgiving
Try to remember
that
all the time you are
putting up with someone
someone
is
putting up with you.
Be forgiving.
Holding a grudge
is
a burden.
Let go
and let God.
You will be glad
you did
"My burden is light".
Be forgiving.
"But that you may know
that
the son of man
has
power on earth
to forgive."
"As we forgive those who
trespass against us."
Be forgiving.
If you hold on to
yesterday's pain
your progress today
will be limited.
To forgive
is
to love.
Be forgiving.
If you stand
with one leg in the past
and the other
in the future,
you won't have
a leg to stand on
today.
Simply BE is available in both kindle and paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You will find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Friday, February 27, 2026
ALL THEM HOUSES - an excerpt
ALL THEM HOUSES - a memoir - an excerpt
PAGE 81-82
I had already been working for two years by then. My first job was as a clerk typist working for a downtown magazine distribution company called Gordon and Gotch which was located on Bay Street in Toronto.
After one year of working there, along with several others, I was laid off due to some kind of magazine scandal about which I never did understand the details.
I remember that day. And I remember thinking, how can I possibly go home and tell my mother I've lost my job? On my way home I stopped in at the downtown offices of the Bell Telephone Company. To my delight, I was hired that day; hired to be a teletypist. I didn't know what a teletypist was, but I figured I would learn.
I felt blessed. My unemployed status had lasted less than an hour. Instead of going home with sad news, I arrived home to give my mother the good news of my new job.
PAGE 89
Yes, I have jumped over a lot of pot holes in my road but, in spite of that, or maybe even because of that, my journey never ceases to amaze me.
I was seventeen, a child bride, when I moved into the basement apartment at 35 Alameda Avenue, my fourth of all them houses.
ALL THEM HOUSES, a memoir is available in paperback and kindle formats on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Wednesday, February 25, 2026
THE SILENT STAR PLUS A DOZEN SELECTIONS - an excerpt
THE SILENT STAR PLUS A DOZEN SELECTIONS
AFTER WORDS - an excerpt - PAGE 10 -11
Everything changed six months ago when John bought a laptop. He'd been on his way, as usual, to the movie rental store to rent his daily video. A new computer store had opened up in town. It was situated right next door to the video store. John impulsively wandered into the new store and surprised himself when he put the purchase of the laptop on his credit card. One thing seemed to lead to another. He needed to hire a fellow to come in and hook everything up. He needed to hire an internet server. He needed to learn a whole new language, not any easy thing to do when you are seventy-eight years of age, but achieve it he did.
Words such as e-mail, surfing the net and googling became an integral part of his vocabulary. But what brought about the dramatic awareness of wrinkles, brown-spotted hands and purple-veined nose was John's discovery of the Senior Chat Room.
The laptop turned his life upside down. No longer did he dust the tables, rent the movies or pay attention to the BBC News.
Instead he chatted.
And he had been chatting with Mary for nearly six months. He became very creative in expressing himself in the chat room. He drew a picture of a man that he had only read about or watched perform in his daily movies. He introduced Mary to an affable, well-travelled, middle-aged man; well, maybe not middle-aged at sixty-two, but certainly not the old gramps his daughter checked in on every day to be certain he was eating and staying alive.
The chatting was fun. It was something John relished and enjoyed but now she had invited him to meet in the real world. That was all well and good. But, even though he knew he had done so, John found it impossible to believe he had said yes. He had agreed to meet .......................
THE SILENT STAR PLUS A DOZEN SELECTIONS is available in both Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my author's page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
Tuesday, February 24, 2026
CRABAPPLE COURT - an excerpt
CRABAPPLE COURT - an excerpt
PAGE 44 - 45
Without hesitation, Heather opens her medical bag, withdraws what is required and injects Patricia. Within moments Patricia is calm and soon sound asleep on the living-room couch.
"Gerald, I asked you have they started a search party yet? Why aren't the police here? Have they already left? I can't believe they would leave poor Patricia alone in the state she was in."
"The police haven't been here, Heather."
"What? Why on earth are they taking so long to get here? What time did you call them, Gerald?"
"I haven't called them yet, Heather. You're the only person I've called and to be quite frank I did not know what else to do."
"You didn't know what to do? Gerald, for heaven's sakes, call the police. Why haven't you called them? Call them right now! Have Susan's playmates been contacted? Could she have left the house and gone somewhere to play before Patricia woke up this morning?"
As he dialed the number for the police station, Gerald answers, "Patricia told me she did all that this morning before she called me." Then, "Yes, sir. I need to report a missing child."
Within ten minutes two police officers arrive at the door of Number five Crabapple Court.
After questioning Heather the police allow her to return next door to her home. She walks back across her neighbour's front lawn to her own house. The first thing she does is to phone her husband, Ernie, at work. She explains the little she knows of the situation to him. "The police kept asking me why I put Patricia to sleep before they had their opportunity to question her. And they were right, Andy. It was a stupid thing to do. I don't know why I did that."
CRABAPPLE COURT is available in Kindle and Paperback formats on all Amazon sites. You can find it on my Amazon Author's Page at https://amazon.com/author/audreyaustin
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