rough draft, about a child who is kidnapped then returned to her family 12 years later
|The rain poured down from the heavens and saturated the ground flooding the nearby roads keeping motorist confined upon the small island. Protected from the elements, Elenor tossed and turned in her oversived bed. Bringing her hands out from under the comforter, Eleanor slid them down to rest upon her abdomen. she felt nothing, there was no fluttering of two pairs of arms and legs, just emptiness.
Unable to stand it any longer, Eleanor donned her robe stepped out into her the long hallway that made up her family's sleeping quartars The hallway was devoid of any activity. Normally at Two o'clock in the morning this wasn't unsual but she still couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.
The knot in her stomach grew as she approached the the doors of the nursery. Eleanor opened the doors and went directly to the nearest basinette. Looking down she let out a breathe she didn't realize she'd been holding. Her son was sleeping soundly. Eleanar picked up her baby and held him close to her chest sighing in relief.
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