A shifter, shunning society as a human and living through his feral form, finds the light in humans again through a simple offering of soup and the kindness of a heart not wanting to give up on it.
Missy, a kind and daring young woman, lives alone up on the hill of wildflowers.
With ambitions of making it big, she sews dresses and feeds the shifter she affectionately calls Soup, believing it to be nothing more than a wild animal she can enjoy the company of and spill her stories to.
But strange things have been happening since Soup turned up.
Ingredients have been dropped into food packed away in the fridge. The house has been cleaned out of its disarray, and a single thistle has appeared in a bottle on the table.
As questions are raised, Soup must draw the line of what he believes should be reality and fantasy.
Your parents were crying when they found out you were gone missing.
Disappearing into their life.
Not coming back.
Words cannot describe their anguish. Faces cannot express the truth sinking in their minds.
But I was there, watching them as they did so. My jaw taut. My eyes narrowed in slits. Struggling to stay strong for them. To stay calm in the face of their gullibility.
But like them, I'm also a gullible person pretending to be on top of everything.
My visions are blurry. My head is a mess. My head is a mess from the start. I'm helpless, but I try. I try to keep myself together. Keep ourselves together.
A short story, "Missing Person" themed. It focused more of the aftermath. The emotions. The victims/family relative's reactions, kidnapped's feelings, kidnapper's thoughts? All in one.
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