The air was crisp, the sun, nearly gone when he moved the loose lattice and dove under the porch. Careful to replace it so his position was hidden he peered out, waiting. He knew they were coming, the angry villagers waving torches and weapons as they hunted. They wanted him dead.

He was bigger, stronger and worst of all, different from them. A crime they would make him pay for. There was no room for monsters in their world. Approaching footsteps stopped his breath as he tried to figure out their location. He must be prepared to fight, he must!

“Robert John Thompson, you come out of there at once and get ready for bed!”

“Awww mom, do I have to?” You ruin everything,” he wailed.

c.2013 Jane Kohler



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