Whispers and Dead Ends

If you missed the first part.

The Necklace

© Cynthia m ART z 2014

I walked hand in hand through the home with my husband listening for any whispers about the theft. A small group of persons were on the veranda and we could see a look of disbelief on their faces. The woman had her hands in the air. I approached her and casually asked the history of the necklace. She said “Oh, it was a keepsake memory, that’s all” An old boyfriend she had met in Ocean City, Maryland many years ago had given it too her. Alarms went off in my brain.
“Wild days for sure, party and party some more.” Her boyfriend’s father owned the Crab Shack and asked if I was familiar with the delicious food they served.
She went on to say that he said he had found the necklace and on a drug fueled night laughed as he put it around her neck. He said perhaps one day the other half would appear.
I had them now, both of them and they connected perfectly.
Something, but not enough to reopen those cold case files.

We traveled to the Crab Shack on our trip back home. The kids were excited that we had decided to go to another beach resort.
On arrival, the babysitter took over the kids activities and we decided to get some lunch.
The Crab Shack all new and remodeled. We both noticed the flyer was still encased asking for any information on the disappearance and death of Lola Luna.
When we inquired of the owner, he said his son had passed away in a drug related murder a few years after her disappearance. We knew our hopes were unraveling. Was his son responsible in some way? Was he with the lowlife the night in question? Was he silenced because of perhaps knowing too much? The only thing we were positive of was the necklace at some point was in his son’s possession. It could only have been acquired by removing it from Lola’s petite neck.

The old man looked so worn from sea and salt.  So much turmoil around his eyes and forehead. A tortured soul.
He said the summers were always filled with so much laughter. College crowds living in dorms over the summer. They were so happy they had secured employment at his Shack.

He went on to mention the summer Lola disappeared and the mystery surrounding her death. He said the kids were experimenting with drugs and alcohol more than usual. New faces were coming into the scene. Fancy cars and gold dripping from their necks. He said everything seemed to change from the carefree summers he remembered so fondly. His eyes filled to the brim with an overflow of tears.
He said he had a daughter who was overseas with her husband in the missionary. They had one child, a girl they called Breeze. His oldest son was in New York at the Stock Exchange making deals that would make the average person’s head spin in disbelief. He mentioned they had there lives and seldom ventured home. His wife had went into a severe depression after their youngest son was murdered. She was practically an invalid.

Our heads were spinning. We knew we would never have the answers we so wanted.
As I reached up and clutched the heart shape necklace I was glad I had the infinity sign I had engraved on the back facing the front.

Infinity ~That was all that was left.


The Necklace


Two part creative writing. The conclusion can be found here

Lola Luna had mysteriously disappeared. Weeks later her decomposed body was found at the docks in an old  boat that was no longer serviced.

She was like a sister too me. We had went to the Oceanside resort at Ocean City, Maryland for the summer. We both were employed at The Crab Shack.

The case had been a dead-end so too speak and was filed in the Cold Case System along with so many other unsolved crimes.

It was a small community, someone knew what happened to Lola.

I went into my investigation mode.

Several months had passed. Her parents had retrieved her body for burial in the family plot in Northern Maryland. I was back home, finishing up college courses during the cold winter months. Summer had faded and fall leaves fell from the soon to be barren trees. I was distraught, no conclusions or closures for Lola’s demise.

The night she disappeared I was tired from my long week shift. She wanted to party with a new crowd she had met. I told her to be careful and to have fun. I put a beautiful one of a kind necklace around her neck. I had designed it for her upcoming birthday later in the month. I had the other half that connected with it. I told her it would give her good fortune.

I personalized it by having the infinity sign engraved on the back of it

I was content with caring for my animals that had come along with me. Hempy the Hamster was on the old turntable spinning round and round as the tunes from my IPOD played in the background. He was a perfect cuddly ball of fur. As I watched him spin,  my mind started thinking how Lola seemed too always be going in circles. This reminded me that she was still in limbo. Not settled. Those responsible had literally gotten away with murder.

Where did they go, were they filled with guilt and fear of retribution by the law and her loved ones?

I have often wondered why she was not taken out to sea, no body would have ever been found. It was as if they wanted her too be found as she was; laying lifeless and decomposed in the boat.

Were those responsible sending a message ?

Her picture remains at The Crab Shack asking for any information surrounding the events on the night she disappeared.

Fast forward 10 years.

I am married and my husband and two toddlers are spending a summer vacation in Atlantic City, Maryland. We brought along our babysitter so we could enjoy the night life that had expanded to include a casino on the boardwalk. The Diving horse was no longer featured. It truly was a willful abuse of animals. Our children settled for the history and story telling of by gone days on the boardwalk.

Diving Horses

A movie was made of the true story about the diving horse.

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken

My husband was involved in Real Estate at the time and was involved with several wealthy entrepreneurs. We socialized and were invited to a beautiful home on the outskirts of the city. As I was using the guest bathroom I noticed THE Necklace. It was sitting in a jeweled dish. I almost fainted seeing it. I really didn’t know what to do, so I found my husband and told him.
I had taken the necklace. His jaw fell open as he mouthed “The Necklace” and I nodded “Yes, The Necklace”
Word quickly spread that there was a missing necklace from the main guest bathroom.

Now we had to find the person that was missing it.
To Be Continued Here

This is a creative non fictional writing.
© Cynthia m ART z 2014