Time...

Time has been getting away from me again.  SATs have reared their ugly head in May and I have a massive pile of papers to mark.  Reports are looming and although I have started, I am a long way from finished!  However, such is life.  I have decided to deal with this by deleting the Facebook app on my phone, so that I can get more done.  I hadn't realised what a time sucker it had become.  If I want time to write, it has to come from somewhere...

Fiction prompt today.

Greeting: Write a story or poem that starts with the word “hello”.

(In my head this is Instant messenger, or, if you are old like me, the heady days of ICQ!)

Hello

Hi

How are things?

Oh, y'know.  Ok.  You?

Same.

Right.  Yeah.

Look I...I was...

You first Sorry, you first

I was thinking...

Makes a change.... lol.... what's up?

I was thinking we should find her.  Not try and find her, like we usually say we will, but actually FIND her.

Wow.

Really?

What were you going to say?

It doesn't matter.  We'll find her.  We can. 

What were you going to say?

It doesn't matter.  When did you want to start?

Now.  Tonight.  We can do this.  What were you going to say?

It's not important.  Are you ready?

For what?

For what we might find?

I think so. She is one of us.  She needs to be with us.

You need to be sure.  You need to be really sure that this is what you want.

I am.  I am ready.  I can accept anything, forgive anything.  We love her.  We need her.  We have to find her.

Ok.  We'll find her.

Thankyou.  What were you going to say?

I know where she is...

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So.

Who is she?

Why is she missing?

Why does italic person know where she is?

What is "One of us?"

These and other questions shall remain unanswered whilst I go to change a litter tray and get the child out of bed!