Written for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative
Challenge #078. I chose Pic #1.
Here’s where the image took me.

Gabe set off at dawn, same as always, down Turks Lane, past the cedar fence, past the Henderson’s place with its crooked chimney.
His dog came home alone at half past seven.
By noon, volunteers were searching. They combed the woods to the north, called his name between the trees until their voices gave out. They checked every barn, every outbuilding, every padlocked shed for miles around. The Hendersons let police officers walk through every room.
Nothing.
His cap was found near the lane’s edge. His flashlight, still on, half-buried in the grass. People shook their heads. Vanished into thin air.
But Gabe had not vanished into thin air.
The lane sat quietly as it always did after a heavy rain, its sated puddles wide and still, reflecting a pale sky.
Waiting patiently for the next passerby.
NAR©2026
This is “Gone Away” by The Offspring
Everything seen here was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

Oh wow… and a gulp! Good one, Nancy.
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Thanks, Chris. Slurp!
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Goosebumps!
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Steer clear of the muddy puddles, my dear!
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I will be careful!
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Oh, I like this Nancy!
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I’m so glad you do, Di …. and I made sure the doggie made it home unscathed!
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Of course!
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I can hear the gulp of the mud as it sucks him under!
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Slurp, slurp …. burp! 😝
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Puddles like gaping mouths. Now that’s weird!
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Very! I’d still keep my distance!
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Shivers!! Oh my oh my, Nancy, …remind me never to go there, … a fantastically woven story, …erm …it is a story? 😉 …🎶 off to listen to the music 🎶…💙
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Oh yes, Penn! Keep away from the puddles. They be hungry! 😝
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Even wearing wellies? Nancy…( erm, …I just thought, …uk slang. For rain boots? Just googled, …erm. Duck boots? ) …yikes!! ..dig a hole Penn, …😉💦💙
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Nice mystery tale. Hope your recovery from hand surgery has proceeded well during my blogging hiatus! 🙂
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Thanks, Christian. It’s coming along slowly but much better than last time. I will (finally!) start PT on Tuesday. Can’t wait to get my hand moving again! Thanks so much for asking. 😍
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🙂
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It’s Mud Season up here in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom. Sometimes whole vehicles vanish…
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They be hungry. Thanks, Ron.
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A very spooky tale
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Indeed! Stay away from the puddles, Sadje!
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I usually do as I have a tendency to slip
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Oh no! Watch your step, cara mia!
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Yes, I do but accidents happen so I avoid the puddles
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Brilliant story Nance …..I told you them puddles are sly😃
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Thanks, Ange! They’re a lot deeper (and hungrier) than they look! 👀
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I know sneaky 😏
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This is an interesting take on the photo Sis! It must be awful for family and friends when someone just disappears, be it by choice, malice, or an accident 💜💜💜
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I’d say it’s unbearable, Willow. Thanks.
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Indeed
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