sum- George- yes you read it right- George gets an unexpected visitor years later.
Red Herrings
It was morning and I was doing what I usually do in the morning. Just sitting in my warm comfy chair sipping coffee the morning news. Then there was a loud bang at my door and it flung open. A little girl dashed just inside. She smiled maliciously.
"Domon Kasshu! I've found you at last!"
Then a special news report caught my attention.
/Miss Rain Kasshu's daughter has been reported missing as of last Thursday, 9:23 A.M. A kidnapping is suspected. The most obvious suspect is the girl's father, Domon Kasshu./
A picture of the girl appeared on the screen. I studied it and then looked at the girl standing at the door. She sprinted toward me and glomped onto my leg.
"I've found you, daddy!" She squealed.
I puzzled at her. "I'm not your father, dear."
She frowned. "Mommy said you were a jerk."
I sweat-dropped. "Uh, huh, you're very confused. . ." I took her off of my leg and sat down with her. "My name is George DeSand. What is yours?"
"Heart."
"So, you want to find your daddy, eh?"
She nodded. "Do you know where he is?"
"Not really. . . but I can help you find him."
"Yay!"
"First, we have to tell your mother where you are."
"No! She'll make me come home. I want to meet my daddy!" She started to cry.
"Alright, all right! Please stop crying! We'll find your daddy."
She calmed down. "You wont tell mommy?"
"No, ma'am."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Pinky swear?" She put out her hand, her pinky extended.
I smiled and hooked our pinkies together.
"When do I get to see him?"
"When will that be?"
"Well . . . I don't know. . . "
TBC. . .
A/n- Not a whole lot going on right now in me and Leon's lives. Public Education continues to burden our lives with information and violent extra-circular activities. This is Leon's wonderful part, and if you like her fiction be sure to go and read the rest under her pen name on ff.net (and on fictionpress.net) I also have a pen name on fp.net, PlotLemmingVictim.
Sorry this sounds more like free advertising than an author note, but both us authors (whips out badge Koori made in kindergarten that reads "Author" in illegible handwriting.) are really busy in our real lives, so don't expect any immediate updates. And if they happen, they weren't supposed to. I have no life until November.
GO TO DEVIANTART AND READ CUPAJOE'S POSTING! It is to be worshiped. Good 'ol Joe is posting several dedicated people (including myself and Leon's) hours of toil during class periods. It's hysterical!
BURN! BURN! BURN!
-Dilandau (my psychiatrist)
-Koori
Red Herrings
It was morning and I was doing what I usually do in the morning. Just sitting in my warm comfy chair sipping coffee the morning news. Then there was a loud bang at my door and it flung open. A little girl dashed just inside. She smiled maliciously.
"Domon Kasshu! I've found you at last!"
Then a special news report caught my attention.
/Miss Rain Kasshu's daughter has been reported missing as of last Thursday, 9:23 A.M. A kidnapping is suspected. The most obvious suspect is the girl's father, Domon Kasshu./
A picture of the girl appeared on the screen. I studied it and then looked at the girl standing at the door. She sprinted toward me and glomped onto my leg.
"I've found you, daddy!" She squealed.
I puzzled at her. "I'm not your father, dear."
She frowned. "Mommy said you were a jerk."
I sweat-dropped. "Uh, huh, you're very confused. . ." I took her off of my leg and sat down with her. "My name is George DeSand. What is yours?"
"Heart."
"So, you want to find your daddy, eh?"
She nodded. "Do you know where he is?"
"Not really. . . but I can help you find him."
"Yay!"
"First, we have to tell your mother where you are."
"No! She'll make me come home. I want to meet my daddy!" She started to cry.
"Alright, all right! Please stop crying! We'll find your daddy."
She calmed down. "You wont tell mommy?"
"No, ma'am."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Pinky swear?" She put out her hand, her pinky extended.
I smiled and hooked our pinkies together.
"When do I get to see him?"
"When will that be?"
"Well . . . I don't know. . . "
TBC. . .
A/n- Not a whole lot going on right now in me and Leon's lives. Public Education continues to burden our lives with information and violent extra-circular activities. This is Leon's wonderful part, and if you like her fiction be sure to go and read the rest under her pen name on ff.net (and on fictionpress.net) I also have a pen name on fp.net, PlotLemmingVictim.
Sorry this sounds more like free advertising than an author note, but both us authors (whips out badge Koori made in kindergarten that reads "Author" in illegible handwriting.) are really busy in our real lives, so don't expect any immediate updates. And if they happen, they weren't supposed to. I have no life until November.
GO TO DEVIANTART AND READ CUPAJOE'S POSTING! It is to be worshiped. Good 'ol Joe is posting several dedicated people (including myself and Leon's) hours of toil during class periods. It's hysterical!
BURN! BURN! BURN!
-Dilandau (my psychiatrist)
-Koori