He saw her looking at the cereals, getting ready to chose one. She was
a doll. Blonde hair, big blue eyes, and he had heard her softly giggling.
She had her toy bear with her. He heard her mother call her Grace. Then
she grabbed a box of Apple Jacks off the shelve and started walking down
the aisle back to her mother. He stopped her, and told her that her mother
was waiting outside the store, and that she was mad. The little girl was
confused, how could her mommy have gotten outside already, but she
went with the nice man, she didn’t want her mommy to be mad. He took
her back to his house, and murdered her. He made her suffer. He had
no remorse. He had no conscious. He had enjoyed it. The next day he
went back to the same store, and revisited the spot where he had had
his chance meeting with her, the Apple Jacks cereal display. He had many
special spots like this at other stores. The toy aisle, the candy aisle, and
the list went on and on. He had murdered many children. When he got
home the police were waiting for him and they arrested him. It turned
out that Grace had e-mailed her mother when he had left her alone,
thinking that she was unconscious. He had underestimated her abilities,
and had never thought that she would be sophisticated enough to know
how to use a computer. This time it had been more than a chance meeting.
She had been the special child that had brought about his capture. She
might have died, but it was not totally in vain, she had put an end to him
and his brutality. She had saved many other potential future victims. She
was a very smart little girl. She was sweet and innocent, too innocent to
understand the concept of intentional cruelty, making someone suffer,
or revenge, however she had turned him over to the people who would
make him suffer, or pay as it is referred to. Grace was with God now,
however as he was sitting in his prison cell he could hear her soft giggles.
JANE Á PARIS
Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS
Sometimes we underestimate…1 Corinthians 15:10
But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me has not been in vain. In fact, I worked harder than all of them – yet not I, but the grace of God with me.