“Who are you?
“What do you mean who am I?” asked Joshua. “Elli, what have you done to your hair?”
The young girl looked alarmed and turned to run, only to realize she was in the back of a truck—a huge, bright-yellow truck.
She spun around. “I’M NOT ELLI!”
Jesse jumped at the sound of the voice. “Oh Elli, am I glad to see you!”
The two girls hugged each other. They were identical, except for their hair. Elli’s was short and dark and Jesse’s red.
“Would someone mind telling me what is going on?” Joshua asked separating the two girls.
“Joshua!” Elli laughed, and threw her arms around him. “You’re here too.”
“Elli, who’s he?”
“Oh, sorry Jess, this is Detective Joshua Thomas; my best friend in the whole world.”
Josh turned Elli to face him, “Are you trying to tell me this is Jesse; Jesse from your book?”
Elli grinned. “Yeah, cool isn’t it.”
“Great joke Elli,” said Joshua ruffling her hair. “But come on; who’s your friend really?”
“Honest Josh,” she said, crossing her heart, “this is Jesse from my book.”
Suddenly the truck lurched, and they found themselves flat on their backs.
“Owww,” moaned Jesse, “what does she think she’s doing?”
Elli giggled. “Anything she wants?”
“All right you two, explain.” Joshua hauled them to their feet.
The girls grinned at one another.
“I’m waiting Ellitha.”
“Sorry Joshua,” Elli said contritely, “but sometimes she just has to break out and write something totally…”
“Totally!” Jesse giggled.
Suddenly the truck ground to a shuddering halt and there was an eerie silence.
Joshua hauled himself up to side of the truck to look into the cabin; it was empty.
“There’s no one there.”
“Oh it’s all right Josh; we’re safe; she won’t let anything happen to us.
“Her,” replied Jesse, pointing out of the page, “she’s writing all of this.”
“But we have to be fair Jess, it’s not all her fault.” replied Elli.
I’m going mad, thought Joshua, looking from one girl to the other.
Suddenly the air was filled with loud whomp, whomp, whomps and they looked up to see four heavily armed police choppers hovering above them.
“UH OH,” said Jesse, grinning.
“UH OH,” echoed Elli.
Joshua glared at the girls who were trying to look innocent.
“Well?” He said with a growing suspicion they knew far more than they were telling.
“Well…” began Elli. “ Well, you see, it’s like this.”
But before she could continue, the sound of police sirens filled the air.
Elli and Jesse looked at one another, trying to keep a straight face.
“Um, er…” began Jesse
“Um, er… it might be the Sergeant.” finished Elli.
“What,” Joshua asked, “does the Sergeant have to do with all of this?”
“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you,” said Jesse.
Yes Josh, it isn't all her fault,” added Elli.
The girls looked at one another and started giggling again.
“Ellitha!” said Joshua sternly.
Elli looked at him penitently. “Well, you see, the Sergeant suggested the story needed a car chase and… and she, I mean…oh you know I can’t give her name away. Anyway, she thought it was a really great idea, and so she…”
“Lifted us out of our stories?” Joshua turned to glare at the writer. “I could have you arrested.” He threatened.
The writer laughed, “You could try.”
Joshua sighed; his thoughts were not happy ones.
“Sorry Detective Thomas,” the writer said, “I’ll put you all back in place, shall I.”
“Thank you, that would be appreciated; and preferably before the Sergeant catches up to us.”
He vanished even as he spoke.
One by one, they flickered and vanished until only Elli remained.
“That was so much fun!” she said high-fiving the writer, which is no small feat when you’re an idea given form on the written page.
“It was wasn’t it?” The writer returned her grin, “but right now, I should get you back before you’re missed.”
Elli grinned, “You’d better hurry then; we don’t want things to get totally out of hand.”
“No problems,” said the writer giving her a wink. “You ready to go?”
Elli nodded, and in a flash was gone, with only a “God bless you” lingering in the air.
The writer looked at the police cars as they surrounded the truck. “Sorry Inspector, but I needed the practice,” she whispered as she reached out and pressed the computer sleep button.
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