Many stories, One book

Gone

It was a bitterly cold night, in central park. Snowing so hard that nobody wanted to go outside, not even the kids. A man boldly walked down the sidewalk, slowly and silent. Looking down the whole time. If you walked past him you could see tears and snowflakes had formed on his face. His black umbrella matched his expression on his face. Solemn and gloomy. He walked for a long time then sat down quietly on a bench. I was sitting by my window, silently watching and wondering about him. He was still looking down. Lost in thought of what he could be doing out there. Maybe he was waiting for a bus, but who would be driving a bus in this weather? Maybe someone would pick him up, but the roads were to slick. Was he homeless? I blinked, sighing seeing that he had had done nothing. Suddenly as if it was the last minute of a game, He did something. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write. Who could he be writing to? A loved one? A friend? After he was done folded it up he set it down on the bench next to him. Where was he going? Why did he set down the note? My mother's voice woke me from my thoughts. "Jimmy get yourself ready!" Remember where going to cousin Fred's house tonight!" " Hurry up!"She yelled from the bottom of the stairs. " Coming Mom!" I hollered. I went to my dresser to put on a better shirt and to brush my hair. My mother said that it often looked like a rats nest. Hurriedly I combed though my hair and tugged on a shirt. I sprinted to my window. He was gone. His black umbrella upside down on the ground. No other foot prints leading a way from the bench. I ran to put on my shoes. I bolted out the door and to the bench. The note was still there. I opened it with shaking hands. Inside it said.

" Jimmy if you were wondering where I went I cannot

tell you sad to say. I will see you soon again. Don't worry."

Sincerely, John.

Amazed I went inside and set the note on my dresser and walked to the kitchen door. " Ready?" asked mom. " Ready" I said. I wanted to keep it a secret until I saw that man again. I wonder when that will be.