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    Fiction writing,  pancreatic cancer

    Missing children and fear

    Written for Pancreatic Cancer UK to fundraise and help raise awareness, after losing my dad to this awful illness in November 2020

    Part two of a five part story,

    Missing children

    With fifteen children now missing a sense of panic has descended over the village.  The school has upped their security but many parents including us are keeping their children home.  Adopting a home school and no intention of leaving the house approach.  Halloween was well and truly behind us, but it felt like the ‘Pied Piper’ has visited with his magic pipe and lured the children away like in the nursery rhyme.

    Could it be as simple as the children taken away due to a vendetta?  I can’t help wondering about the supernatural, but I think aliens is a step too far.   So many ideas on what is happening, and all the police are saying is to ensure your children are with someone you trust.

    Watching Hannah and Joseph doing their schoolwork, I’m proud that they can focus with everything that is going on.   Joseph doesn’t seem concerned about his missing friend Billy, and keeps saying that he will be alright.


    I have wondered if they knew something we don’t.  They seem almost happy with the situation as the adults are panicking.   The media has blown it up, now no children are to be heard playing in the street or playpark.  This is a different world, an unreal life.  I run my hands through my hair, and pick up the television remote.

    “Mum put that down”

    “Mum, listen to Joe, no”

    Ignoring them I push the on button.  As I heard the news reader announce another missing child, I started to cry and as my phone rang, I knew who it was.

    Vicky had only left Bradley for a few minutes.  She had run to the shop for bread, came home and found him gone. Someone had snatched him, the four walls and television had not protected him, he had disappeared like the others.


    Just nine and a half, Hannah was a sensible child, she knew right from wrong.  Listening to the man at night had made her wonder about things.  A better world away from here, no one telling her what to do, no parent making her go to school.  She knew others who had gone, and the man had mentioned Bradley. She liked Bradley he had always been kind to her at school.   If he had gone, maybe she could.  She looked at Joseph concentrating on his maths, telling herself she would only go if Joseph did, she went back to her spellings.  Hearing her mum’s conversation, she wished that she could come to the better place as well, but no grown ups are allowed.


    Eleven years old, Joseph enjoyed school and liked living in the village.  He had seen the man too and since Billy had left, been tempted to cross to see him.  Billy had spoken to him about the better place and had been arguing with his mum, but Joseph did not expect him to actually go. Nothing had been said about how they get home.  Listening to his parents he had been tempted to tell them about the better place, but the man said that if any of the children told a grown up then all of them would suffer.

    The next morning

    I wake up suddenly to Jamie shouting.  Something was wrong and I thought of the children.

    “There’s a shadow, a black shadow.”

    “Where Jamie, where?”

    “It was outside Hannah’s room, what was it?”

    Does it have something to do with the missing children? Had Jamie just imagined it?


    Written for A story a day for Pancreatic Cancer UK

    Here is my fundraising page if you would like to donate, any size donation is appreciated.

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