The disappearance is a short story about a woman named Maria who suddenly vanishes without a trace. The story begins with Maria's husband, John, waking up one morning to find that his wife is nowhere to be found. John is worried and immediately calls the police, but they are unable to find any clues as to Maria's whereabouts.
As the days pass, John becomes more and more anxious. He spends all his time searching for his wife, even going door to door in the neighborhood and asking people if they have seen her. But no one seems to know anything about her disappearance.
As the weeks turn into months, John becomes increasingly desperate. He starts to believe that Maria must have been taken against her will, and he becomes obsessed with finding out what happened to her. He hires private investigators, but they are unable to turn up any leads.
Eventually, John begins to suspect that Maria's disappearance may be connected to a series of strange occurrences that have been happening in the neighborhood. He hears stories about people disappearing without a trace, and he starts to believe that there may be something sinister at play.
Despite his best efforts, John is unable to find out what happened to Maria. The disappearance remains a mystery, and John is left to wonder if he will ever see his wife again.
Overall, the disappearance is a gripping and mysterious tale that keeps the reader guessing until the very end. It is a reminder that sometimes, even in the most seemingly normal of situations, things can go terribly wrong.
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We passed several detectives in their cubicles who appeared to be extremely hard at work. Cool like the clouds that touch down in the trees on top of Blue Mountains. I could see his face fully now. In one version, the events took place elsewhere, a deviation I could forgive since I imagined that something similar had occurred in every place. My chest caved slightly, curling my shoulders forward. I began to look around the deserted cobblestone streets, noticing that on the other side of the street was just one lonely bench, without even the comfort of a streetlamp beside it and I was grateful for the sun appearing on the horizon.
The Disappearance, short story by TristanKristan
So you can imagine how every night she stand up over me and preach it back into the bed. It was now 2:00 pm. The voice called out again, louder this time. We were close, real close. Overhead, the Milky Way was shimmering as if God spill salt all over a marble kitchen counter. Well, Brother Anthony come to him senses, jump off the barstool and stride up the road. But already the rumors had begun.
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Guy was a serviceable athlete. . Every Monday, before the sun rose, she painstakingly plucked out the most conspicuous traces of time from her sable crown. On their second afternoon, they visited a sleepy street lined with handsome townhouses unlike those in his country. Now, here I was, a stranger in an empty home that was once filled with loving parents and the best older brother a girl could ask for. I knew my dad.
