Willy Anderson was living a pretty good life. He was rich,had a great job,and a wonderful girlfriend named Abigail. One day Willy gets promoted. He becomes an astronaut! His boss gives him a mission. He was going to Mars! Well...he was suppose to an...
I tried calling Abigail four times. Again and again it brought me back to the voice mail. My heart sank. I gave up and slowly made my way towards the car. I sat down for a minute to think. I came up with a conclusion. She's sick right? That must mean she's at her house! I sped as fast I could out of the parking lot to get to her house.
~At the Jone's House~
I pulled into the Jone's drive way.The first person I saw was Abigail's Mom. She was short, plump, and blond. She was crouched down beside her large and beautiful garden, picking all kinds of veggies. On the left side of the garden, there were: carrots, tomatoes, beets, and pumpkins. On the right side, there were the flowers: sunflowers, daisies, violets, roses, and Abi's favorite, lilies.
Mrs.Jones stood up and waved to me. I returned the wave."Hi. Willy. Do you want a bag of beets?" She asked eyeing the bag. I followed her gaze. The bag was almost overflowing.
"No thanks. We have enough at home, but thanks for asking anyways."
" Are you sure?"
"Yes ma'am."
She smiled. "Well, at least come inside and have a cup of coffee."
I thought about it for a moment. I still have to find Abigail. But...a cup of coffee wouldn't harm me."Oh why not?"
I swooped down and picked up her gardening tools and bags. Mrs. Jones led the way to her tool shed. As we headed to it, a trowel was poking into my side.
" You can just put those down beside those flower pots over there."
I dropped the bags beside six neat flower pots. Each of the flower pots had a different colored rose which was almost bloomed.
" These are nice roses." I said.
" Yes, they are. They belong to Abigail. She must of put them in here. tsk tsk." She paused. "Now, let's get some coffee."
I quietly followed her to her neat little house.
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She seated me on a white sofa. The carpets were soft, and the tv was big. Everything I looked at was neat and tidy.
Mrs. Jones was taking a while, so I pulled out my phone to see if anybody text me. A few minutes later, Mrs.Jones was carefully carrying a wooden tray over. She set it down on the coffee table which was between the two sofas.
"Well now," She said. "It looks like my husband won't be joining us today. He's a little busy."
I picked up a hot mug from the tray. "That all right. I have to go soon anyways."
8:09 a.m.
I glanced at my watch and made a face.
" Thank you Mrs.Jones, it's getting quiet late-"
" Oh, yes, yes, your welcome Willy.She interrupted." Come by again whenever you want."
She hastily showed me to the door." Um...Mrs.Jones."
"Yes?"
"Do you know where Abigail might be?"
"Abigail?" She said. "Oh yes, she's with Amelia taking pictures."
