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Where Is He: A Short Short Explanation


The Missing

A young boy who was no more than four had a small air plane toy that an entry level customer service worker gave him while his Mother was in a meeting.

“I see,” could be heard outside the Airport executive office, “I see,” was repeated.

When his Mother came out, she saw her child run up to her exclaiming “on the way home can we stop off for ‘Whopper Stoppers’ you know how daddy loves ‘Whopper Stoppers’”

Hearing her son, Mrs. Chelsea let the tears flowed,

“I am sure Daddy would love a Whopper Stopper.”

The Search

A very beautiful blonde secretary was checking out Channel Airport flight information private client list. Facts stated Mr. Chelsea landed his flight safely at 5:09 am.

“Mr. Channel?” She called out in plain English, “this says Mr. Chelsea landed his plane at 5:09 am. You would think it would be here on the ground at Channel Airport?”

“You would,” Mr. Channel was heard saying off in the distance on the phone.

“Do you know if Charles Chelsea’s plane is in the hanger?”

There was a moment of silence as the secretary stared at her boss before there was a crackling on the phone.

“Yeah, Mr. Channel, it is here,” and Mr. Channel put down the phone.

“Then where is he?” The long-legged blonde asked.

The Excuse

With shaky hands Mrs. Chelsea arrived back at her secure suburbia home holding the fast food bag that she bought just a few minutes ago and in one hand while the keys pointed to the door as she tried to unlock it to go inside.

“Honey I have something to tell you,” she was now crying, “Daddy is. “

Suddenly, the door had assistance in opening and the young boy was the first to see the helper. “Daddy,” he exclaimed.

“Where have you been?” the question started from Mrs. Chelsea with a lovable concerned emotion only to turn to anger.

“Uh, here watching the FAA sports marathon on the tele,”

“Where have you two been?” was the Father’s retaliation.

“Looking for you.” She said allowing him to take the fast food bag.

“Oh, wow a Whopper Stopper, thanks honey.”

“Daddy,” was the last thing the outside heard before the door closed.


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