THE MYSTERY OF THE DISAPPEARING BED
A very short story . . .
by Evelyn Sichi
Janey loved to spend time with her grandmother. She called
her "Pete" because
all of her grandmother's family and friends
did.
Janey's grandfather had become very ill and Janey's grandmother
had cared for him.
After his death Pete had sold their small house and moved to a
large apartment building
in a busy city. When Janey's parents first
took her to visit,
she thought her grandmother was very lucky to have
an elevator to bring
them all up to the third floor.
When the elevator trip was over they'd walked down the hall to
Apartment 3B. When
they knocked, Pete was waiting for them with a hug
for each.
They'd then entered a living room with a striped couch and
matching chair. Janey's
grandmother showed them her tiny kitchen and
even tinier bathroom.
"Aren't there any more rooms?" Janey had asked.
"That's it," replied her grandmother. "I only have a 'single'."
This couldn't be.
Something was missing. Where was her grandmother's bed? She
surely didn't sleep
on the couch every night. Then Janey noticed large
white doors. To where
could they lead if there were no more rooms?
Just then her grandmother asked her, "Janey, would you like to
meet 'Murphy'?"
"Murphy?" asked Janey.
Then with a twinkle in her eye, Pete opened the white doors
and carefully pulled
a large, creaking bed down to the floor.
"A Murphy Bed," she laughed. When you stay overnight here, you can sleep
on it."
From then on Janey did spend many nights in the city with her grandmother
and Murphy.
She liked to tell stories with her grandmother and then fall asleep
listening to the sounds
of the traffic going by on the boulevard below.
Copyright 2001 by
Evelyn Sichi for Storybookonline.net