Have You Seen This Girl?-Jack Varnell

Posted: March 23, 2011 in Short Stories
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I sat sleepy eyed one morning enduring yet another cardboard and treebark
bran flavored bowl of breakfast with milk, 2 percent of course, and I stared at the carton.

First I reviewed the measures of various fat content, and nutritional values listed as a matter of law. 
And as usual, I thought of you. This time by way of pondering the plight of the American Dairy Farmer
and remembering it was the “corporatizing” of the independent dairy farms which led your family to
other uses for the land they had raised dairy cows on for over a century.
And I missed you terribly.

To quickly shake the associated feelings of loneliness, and your face from my mind, I was drawn to the
deep dark eyes of the child who was missing and apparently exploited on the other side of the carton.
She had innocent, kind eyes that indicated she wouldn’t even harm an insect. Curious eyes that would watch
an insect for hours as it munched on grasses and leaves she fed it.

She would be two years grown and two years older since last seen in blue jeans and a t-shirt in Amarillo, Texas,
in the company of her biological father who was possibly armed, dangerous, and driving a pickup truck towards Mexico.
Or Canada.

And it struck me. You needed to be on the side of a milk carton. 2 percent of course. At some point in our life together,
you had been kidnapped. Whoever was responsible had gone to a lot of trouble to replace you, to carefully drop you right
back into my life. It was a great attempt but finally my belief that the real you would never do the things you did to me were validated.
You had the misfortune of actually having an “evil twin” and corporatized or not, it seemed only the Dairy Council could help,
since there is no Center For Missing and Exploited Adults.

Big red letters screaming “Have You Seen This Girl ? ” were what we needed now.
God knows I had recent photos, and could describe all of your features-distinguishing or not.

I think tomorrow, I’ll have French Toast.

  1. hpicasso says:

    so much more than “I miss you”…clever phrases and soft sadness prevent this from curdling and turning to mush…french toast indeed

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