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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Camping (07/11/05)

TITLE: A Crepe Heart - 6
By dub W


Maurice left us before noon. He would attempt to find more information, but I feared his efforts were in vein. Sitting in a corner opposite me was the woman we had rescued. We had traveled through the night, keeping silent to avoid detection, first on a horse cart, then in a coach, the last five kilometers we walked. I guessed that Maurice saw the long walk in the mountains coming and elected to head north. Before dawn my traveling companion and I were in the chalet near Jaca.

“Nous sommes sûrs ici. Sont comment vous vous sentant.” I asked her how she was doing after our trip, and I let her know that she was safe in the chalet.

Her eyes brightened. “Mon français est pauvre. Parlez-vous l'anglais ?”

My laugh must have frightened her. She pulled her knees up against her body.

“Oh, don’t worry, you are safe here,” I repeated, this time in English. “Who are you? You never gave us a name.” She had not uttered a word the entire trip.

“You men were all speaking French so fast I couldn’t keep up. I thought maybe you were just another part of the same group. If you are not them, who are you? Other than my kidnappers.” She did not release her knees.

I avoided her question directly, hoping to see her reactions as I explained. “I am Charles Garris, and I am searching for my daughter who was possibly captured or arrested.”

“Is that why you dragged me up a mountain to this camp?”

“Would you rather we left you on the beach?”

She released the grip on her knees. “I don’t know yet.”

“Still don’t know your name.”

“Sheri, that’ll do for now.”

“Fair enough Sheri, now we know each other.” She seemed to relax a little. I probed again. “So how did you come to be in that beach house.”

“Who are you first, I mean, really, who are you people?”

A fair question, I was avoiding her questions like she was avoiding mine, we must have both been trained in the art of diversion. I took a chance. “We are part of the Christian underground in France, like I said, we are looking for my daughter. We had heard that you were she.”

She smiled. “Hmmm, nope not her. But, I think I am glad you saved me.”

“Well, that’s a start.”

“We were missionaries in Ethiopia when the unrest started. My husband put me on a plane to Paris. Those men met me at the airport and the next thing I know; some big lummox is throwing me over his shoulder and dragging me out onto the beach. And then I got here, you know the rest. French underground? You gotta be kidding.”

“Missionaries, and you haven’t heard from your husband?”

She looked at me and glared. “I told you, those guys grabbed me as soon as the plane landed.”


“Oh, I am just tired. I hope we are camping here for a few hours.”

“We will probably be here a couple of days. I have some connections; we will try to find your husband too.”

She walked over to the stove. “This may be the blessing I as praying about.”

The chalet was hidden among the trees on the mountain side; therefore, a traveler passing on the nearest road would miss it entirely. Only a few of our friends knew the little cabin, so, visitors were rare.

My new companion found her way to a couch in the back of the chalet. I looked out the window and picked up my binoculars. In the distance I thought saw movement on the trail below on the opposite far ridge. If something or somebody was coming our way it would be at least an hour before I could see them clearly with binoculars. If someone was approaching they would have to cross the face of cliff. I was glad that Sheri only witnessed the drop off in the dark. I looked back at the couch, she had pulled an afghan over herself and was fast asleep.

I did not stoke the stove, so the small fire would burn out quickly. I closed my eyes -- my nap would be restless.

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Kyle Chezum07/18/05
Excellent as always! Keep it up!
Nina Phillips07/18/05
It is so terrible that there just isn't enough words to post the whole chapter--will be on pins and needles. Very nice--I seen one itsy thing Sheri said--and I think you meant to add a "W" to "as" to make it WAS. (typo) See if you can find it. (LOL) God bless ya, littlelight
Kristy Cox07/18/05
Okay, now I have to go back and read one through five. I'm intrigued. Just another word you need to check: vein. Perhaps you meant vain? Tres bien! In His Grip, KC
Amy Michelle Wiley 07/20/05
Good job as usuall! I'm enjoying the series!
Suzanne R07/21/05
Now this is an interesting development - the missionary from Ethiopia sans husband. Hmmm. Shame that this week's topic was 'car trip' and not 'mountains', otherwise I can see a mad chase through the mountains - but you had to walk the last 5km, so...... Well done. Looking forward to next week's car trip. (Maybe Monique is in a car???)
Shirley Thomas07/22/05
Captivating! Can't wait for the continuation.
Melanie Kerr 07/22/05
You have me hooked - I will have to go and read all the other parts now! Well done. The dialogue works really well.
Debbie OConnor07/22/05
Great job, Dub. Just got caught up. I like English speaking Sheri! :)
Val Clark07/22/05
Another enthralling episode. Sheri’s introduction means an opportunity for more English. Phew. Too much French gets in the way of the story for me. (‘I’ missing in the penultimate paragraph, Dub.)
Lynda Lee Schab 07/23/05
I, too, have to go back and read the whole thing. When finished, I hope you post the story in the "general submissions" section so we can enjoy from beginning to end, uninterrupted. :-) Great job!
Blessings, Lynda
Tammy Johnson07/23/05
I agree with Lynda, hope you post it all together when done. Love the mystery and suspense!
Shari Armstrong 07/23/05
Again, an enjoyable story -can't wait to