Lost

Patrolman Charles Stanford of the Michigan State Police slowed down when he saw the pink Volkswagen Beetle at the side of the road. He pulled behind the parked car to see what was up. You did not see many pink cars in this part of the Upper Peninsula nor did you see many Volkswagen Beetles either so to see a pink Volkswagen Beetle was really rare. He got out of his car noting that the driver looked like a young girl probably just got her license. She rolled down her window as he walked up.

"Something wrong miss?" He asked her.

"I'm lost." Tracie said in a low voice blushing deeply.

Patrolman Stanford looked at the small girl in the drivers seat it was pulled all the way forward and her feet still barely reached the pedals she could barely see above the steering wheel.

"Can I have your license and registration please." He asked her.

Tracie pulled the requested documents out of her purse and handed them to him. He took them and looked at the papers and was stunned the birth date given was June 23 1940! She was twenty-two years old! He looked carefully at the picture, and then at her, then he checked the height and weight, 4' 7" 84 pounds. Tracie was watching him and gave a little smile.

"Yeah a lot of people are surprised how old I am." She said, "It's been that way all my life. Don't feel bad I'm used to it."

He looked at the registration and saw the car was in her name. That explained the pink color, but not the VFW sticker in the rear window.

"How long have you had this car, Miss Osborn?" He asked her.

"Four years" She replied." I bought it new in 1958."

Charles looked at her stunned She would have been eighteen when she bought it.

"Well young lady could you tell me where an eighteen year old girl would get the money to buy a new car?" He asked.

"Well when you have been a strike witch thirteen years you can collect a lot of money." She told him.

"You were a witch thirteen years?" Charles asked in shock.

"Actually sixteen and a strike witch for fifteen." Tracie replied. "I was not quite four when I first bonded with my familiar and five when I first left on the CRNS Calypso with the rest of the Five Hundred and Fifty Fifth Joint Fighter Wing."

"You were with the 555th?" Charles asked stunned. "You were one of the 'Angels of the North Sea'! You guys saved my brother at least twice."

Tracie blushed deeply.

"I didn't do much." Tracie replied. "I did mostly recon."

"Why was that?" Charles asked.

"I had two powers, one was Map Memory all I had to do was look at a map once and I could find my way anywhere on that map no matter what the conditions were. I also had what was called 'Savior Magic' if I operated a low power my magic could recover as fast as it was used so I could fly for an unlimited distance," Tracie told him, then looked down blushing. "Then I aged out and lost my powers. Now I can't even find my way with a map."

Tracie looked down sadly.

"Where are you trying to get to?" Charles asked her.

"I was trying to get to the new VFW Hall." She told him as she handed him the letter she had.

He took the later looked at it then at her driver's license

"I'll be right back." He told her as he walked back to his car with her papers.

Tracie started to get nervous after he sat in his car with her documentation for a long time writing something. Finally he got out of his car carrying a bunch of papers.

"Well Miss Osborn this should help you." He told her as he handed the papers to her. "These are directions to the Hall."

"Please call me Tracie" was her reply as she took them from him

"Okay Call me Chuck" He replied. "Now these two top pages show how to get there from here and the other pages show you how to get home. Any questions?"

Tracie looked over the papers for a minute.

"You forgot something Chuck." She said as she handed him back the papers with a pen. "You forgot to put your phone number."

She looked up at him with a sweet smile.

"Just in case you get lost, eh" He replied with a wink before writing his phone number on the last page.

While he was writing his phone number on the back page Tracie had taken another piece of paper and wrote her number on it. When Chuck handed her the travel direction papers after putting his number on it she handed him the paper with her number on it.

"Who know this might come in handy day." She told him with a wink.

"It just might." He said as he winked back. "Now you be careful you hear."

""I will be." Tracie replied as she started up the VW and put it in gear. "I'll call you when I get there to let you know I made it okay."

Tracie let out the clutch and drove off. Chuck watched as the pink Bug drove away. Some how he knew that there would be more. He smiled as he went back to his patrol car.