A Stranger knocked on the door of 1608 S. Clark St. He wore a dark trench coat with a button down shirt and bluejeans, a flat brimmed, flat
A Stranger knocked on the door of 1608 S. Clark St. He wore a dark trench coat with a button down shirt and bluejeans, a flat brimmed, flat topped hat, and a raven stood on his right shoulder. He looked half Native American and half White. A thick fog surrounded the house.
He had knocked on the door multiple times, waiting patently between knocks. Opening the door only a few inches a young girl looked out at The Stranger.
“Hello Adeline?” The Stranger said.
“Do you know where Mom and Dad are?” The girl asked in a sad and scared voice.
“I’m sorry Adeline, I don’t. May I come in?” The Stranger replied calmly. He spoke with a slight southern drawl but his accent didn’t fit any one region.
“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.” She replied.
“I’m not that kind of stranger.”
“I’m not aloud to let strangers in.”
“Alright.”
The Adeline shut the door. The Stranger stood next to the door, his back to the wall. He took out a new paper back book from his coat. He knew it was better to let children come to him.
He was four chapters in when the door opened. Adeline wore blue jeans, white and blue shows, a blue graphic t-shirt with Stitch from Lilo and Stitch sitting, and she was four foot three inches tall. She looked at him with sad eyes, “My phone and the internet are not working. Mom and Dad should have been home. Are they okay?” Tears welled in her eyes.
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