Serial Vlogger: Part Forty-Three
A horror story in tiny slices!
The white van pulled away from the curb. Betty watched it go. Was her baby inside?
She ran down the street to the next white van she saw. A man was getting into it. She screamed at him.
“What’s in the van?” she cried. The man, dressed in work clothes, stared at her.
“It’s my work van,” he said as he climbed in.
“Is my baby in there?” she cried, trying to open the van door.
“Hey lady, step back, no, I don’ have your baby. Sheesh.”
A woman walking down the street saw Betty pulling at the van door.
“Give it up, Betty. The man doesn’t have your baby.”
Betty looked at the woman and at the man. More tears dripped down her face. She pulled on the door one more time.
“He has to be somewhere. He just has to be.”
“He’s not here, ma[am.” The man said, turning over the engine.
“Betty, leave the man alone. He’s just a worker for god’s sake.” The woman pulled Betty back so the man could leave. “You’ve got to pull yourself together. You can’t keep accusing people of taking your baby.”
“But no one will help me. No one.” She wailed.
“We all want to help you, Betty.”
Betty broke free of the woman. “Leave me alone, you don’t understand. No one understands.”
Betty ran down the street until she came to another white van. She banged on the doors. The van was windowless, and there was no one in the driver’s seat. She pulled on the door handles, but they were locked.
“Bobby!” she cried. “Bobby! Mommy’s here…mommy will come for you.”
