False Alarm
The truck pulled away and revealed the little boy. Ken was there. The tall stranger was nowhere to be seen. Barry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to show his son any fear.
Barry ran up to him and put his arms on his shoulders. “How was your day, son?” he asked. Ken responded in a merry way, talking about his friends. Barry questioned further, “and that old man standing behind here now? “I’m not sure,” he said, “but I have seen him; maybe he’s my friend’s grandad.” Barry’s heart calmed.