The Story of Norah Pratt, John Reeves [e textbook reader .txt] 📗

moved into the projects, and she hated it there. She knew if she'd stayed with me that things would have been different. I couldn't assure her that anything would've been better, but I truly thought it would. We were made for each other, she said that, and I agreed then as I do now. I believed it so much that I thought we'd be together no matter how long it took. With that in mind I didn't rush to get back with her. When I did finally call her the phone had been disconnected. She eventually called me.
Norah was seeing someone. Would she have left him if I told her I wanted to get back together? I have always wondered, because I never told her how much I loved her. She didn't know I still loved her then like I always had, and like I always would. It appeared to be over between us. That was the last time I'd ever hear from her again. I wanted to tell her I loved her before we hung up the phone, but I couldn't pull the trigger. She seemed so much happier than she had been in the projects. There was a happiness in her voice that had been there when we first met. Part of me hoped it would work out. She wanted to be in love again. I just wished it had of been us. We had something between us that would never die.

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By the time that I found out Norah was missing her body had been discovered in a plow field. Several eye witnesses reported seeing her get into a blue/gray truck. It appeared to them that she was hitchhiking toward Huntsville. The truck stopped and she got in. That was the last time she was ever seen alive. The truck has never been found, but the investigation is still ongoing fifteen years later.

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Text: © John Reeves
Publication Date: 02-17-2012

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Dedication:
This story is dedicated to my wife. The same lady that thought I could only write horror.