The news ran through me like an electric shock as the anchor solemnly read the lead story: what should have been a fun, family day out had all gone terribly wrong.
The opening of a new drive-thru was supposed to have been a joyous event for our small, back-water town, but eyewitness reports told how their orange-haired mascot had completely flipped out and taken a girl hostage; and my sister Lucy was there.
I grabbed my coat as news came in of a strange effigy that had appeared in Farmer Melvyn's field--I had to get there. Knowing that (even though it was a bitch to suck through a straw) so much McFlurry mix couldn't stand up on it's own, I feared the worst.
The rain started gushing down and I felt it running cold down the back of my neck when she looked straight at me. That’s when I saw Lucy’s eyes, bright red and swollen with tears, staring right back at me out of that cold white face.
The smell of sour milk filled my nostrils as I turned and ran away from the lake. I don’t suppose I’d have said yes if you’d asked me if I was running away from home. I just kept running.