Darcy and the Whisperer

Sara's absence was all any parent could talk about. Darcy slipped out the front door without telling her mother. She didn't see the whistler, which was no surprise. After all, she had played tag or hide and seek with other neighborhood kids a thousand times. It took everything in her not to turn around and bolt. The figure stopped as if perplexed. It tilted its head, whistle, da dee de do de dee. But slower and more wandering,. As this figure came ever closer, she reminded herself that it had driven her to find nibs.